Twiddle My Thumbs and Tap My Toes
Attention's gone
Doesn't seem like there's anything going on.
Sitting around
Trying to find something to fill this time I've found.
Frustrations show
I could've been more productive today, I know.
But instead
I think I'll spend the rest of the day in bed.
Who needs motivation when there's nothing else to do?
Where's the inspiration when there's nothing driving you?
I guess the lack of time my friend, is really not the issue.
It's figuring how to get the ball rolling to get to the things that will ensue.
In the midst of boredom; I'm in its throes
I'll twiddle my fingers and tap my toes
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