Words from Inside My Head

You’d think I believed
I was going to live forever,
the way I spend whatever
time is left doing nothing
but sitting around,
doing nothing.

Someday, will I be
lying on my deathbed, sorry
for all this time I’ve wasted
writing about doing nothing?
Or will I be too
busy, dying?

Will I have become
wise enough to see what I can’t
seem to see now, how instead
of writing about doing
nothing, focus on
letting it all go.