What do I do today?

What a luxurious question I wonder, Or is it ? To take a pause leave the day unclaimed No ticking of clock, Over your head- Unbothered by other’s agenda, No login on time, Or leaving the house on ungodly hours, I get to choose, To curate my day- I wonder- If I am found by this question, Would I treasure it? Or would I procrastinate my life away? letting the time slip through like a water through cupped hands. Our minds so conditioned, to dance with the tick and tok of the clock. Suddenly, unrestrained. Dumbfound, Like a drunkard lost in a room full of time. So I ask again, what do I do today? Do I seize, create, become? Or simply linger in the beauty of having the choice to wonder?