What Should I Do?

   What Should I Do?

 

                           To cut the boredom, what should I do?                          

                                 I don’t know what.  No idea is there.                                

                           Tere is sitting, just feeling blue,                                        

                                with her eyes closed to avoid the glare.                         

 

                           I should be writing a short story.                                   

                                Perhaps a novel I should read.                                          

                           The first one could bring me some glory.                      

                                A novel, too, will be great, indeed.                                 

 

                           My eyes are tired so I can’t be reading.                        

                                My head feels as if nothing’s there.                                

                           My eyes are good only for staring.                                 

                                My skull is empty, it’s almost bare.                                

 

                           But I must get to doing something,                               

                                                                     For, if I don’t, it will stay blank.                                        

                           To get my mind involved in something,                      

                                my idle motor will get a crank.                                       

 

I won’t give up.  I will keep writing,                                        

                                whatever comes into my head.                                      

                           I hope anything I end up signing,                                    

              in some good way will push me ahead.

 

There are so many topics to pick,

              that I don’t know which one to take.

With something easy, I’ll have to stick.

               To pick a hard one will be a mistake.

 

To write a story is a better choice,

              for all that’s needed I have right here.

A real good story brings many joys.

              But walking much will hurt, I fear.

 

Taking some steps, easy will be,

                                                   but a long walk will heart my knees.

Sitting for long is bad for me.

              To do either one, I don’t feel free.

 

So I’ll stay put and remain housed,

              to see what I can, sitting, write.

My sleeping mind won’t be aroused,

               by things that are loud, scary or bright.

 

I know that something will come out,

              if I my mind to work I’ll set.

I don’t know what it’ll be about,

              but it’ll be good, my life I’ll bet.