To be or not to be

The joy of having something to do

Every second I used to wish to have 

Nothing to do,

To br born a dog, a catt, a butterfly 

That doesn't have to go to school, study, 

Establish oneself and stand for oneself.

On the contrary,

Now when I have nothing to do,

Get to my comfort zone

Watching my favourite brain rot

Eating all my beloved junk

Counting on my metabolism alone.

I am thankful to my body 

One hundred times

For the way I'm treating you,

You are too loyal to me.

Everytime I try to treat you better,

I get to the extremes 

Enticed by some skull duggery,

Failing to treat you good.

When I want to do something for myself,

I get sordid, lazy, 

The lethargy, the comfort, the luxury 

It hypnotize me.

But now that I don't have anything to do,

I float on a thin line

A silver lining.

Pure but fragile,

So please get up,

Do something.

Get busy.