Friday, May 17, 2013

Doing Nothing (poem)



No matter what, I'm always doing something. 
Can't sit still, because of this incessant feeling,
This feeling that pushes me to seek activity,
stimulation, motion, and ultimately, captivity,
to being a participant in this worldly rat race.
But no more: Today I will confront it face-to-face.
Today I will do the impossible. 
Today I am going to do Nothing. 

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