NOTHING

There are those days
when I don’t want to do anything.

 

Well, I want to breathe
and I want my heart to beat.

 

But that is about all I long for.

 

Don’t want to read
Don’t want to watch TV.
Don’t want to eat.
Don’t want to talk to anybody.
Don’t want to even think.

 

Maybe I could spice up the word NOTHING
and call this state MEDITATION.

 

Call it what you will
I’ll call it a VACATION
and will vacate as best I can.

 

But (and I don’t understand this)
I have to get out my keyboard
and tell you about this placid state
with my fingertips.

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