I sit on this chair, surrounded by four plain white walls
Forcing myself to shower was a great idea but another task is at hand now, choosing the clothes
I know if I sit longer my mother would come in to tell me off on something I already know
My mind is blank, body wanting more
They say “Empty mind’s a devil’s workshop” but my gears are rusted and the coal’s turned to ashes
A sense of wanting to work is in the periphery
But just like the horizon, catching it just makes it run further away.
Eventually I move to my closet and take the first two things I see, a blue tee and baggy cotton shorts