What to do, what to do...

An hour gone,
Another drifts on by...
I wanted more from my day,
I'm not going to lie.

Just a few more minutes,
Just a few more days...
Actually it's a few more months
But who's counting, anyway?

Must look busy,
Must find something to do...
Don't stare into space,
Stop thinking about shoes.

Woops, the boss just passed,
I think he thought
That I'd be doing something more
Than tying my fingers into knots.

What was I thinking?
I'm not quite sure...
But I definitely know
I can't sit at a desk ever again,
Anymore.


S.