I had lots of plans
I will do this and that
I will do the other and another
Full energy ahead, like my mother
but here I sit
for the third month of retirement
doing nothing
paying no attention to the drone of the TV
no energy at all
a slug since I became work free
my friends call
they want to see me
not today I say
I am busy today
busy doing nothing
Like searching for a poison
To heal a healthy heart.
Like sacrificing all reason
In hopes of being smart.
Life crumbles before us
We didn't see because we were rushing.
To high to realize
We hate this life we're lusting.
Wonder where your dreams went?
They use to come with sleep.
Another thing you lose
When you start to tweek.
Your friends and family fade away
As your jealous drug demands more time.
They ask you how you are doing
You always say your fine.
So busy doing nothing
During those days we somehow misplaced.
Gazing into a crystal ball for hours
Looking for extra time to waste.
I lay in an empty room
As my friend drives away.
Looking for a remedy
To cure a normal day.
How beautifully disguised you have made yourself to be that one would not recognize you.
You have made many remain in the state of I'm trying while in the real sense their effort does not match/meet up whatever they have at heart.
You have made so many sit and plan so many vicious ways to destroy a fellow because the fellow keeps making headway without wanting to relent.
You have kept so many in the wheelchair of blame, because they became so lame to even worry about themselves.
You brought so many into the limelight of their shadow, lost in forever land, that even their feet when walking is so confused that one wants to go right and the other left instead of going the same direction.
You finally smacked many down that they don't even want to understand that you're their main problem.
Oh!Laziness, how well you are disguised.
You left so many people feel they're so busy, yes! Busy doing nothing but lazing around.
Laziness! You have crown so many king and queen in their fantasies that they refused to return to reality.
Laziness! Alas, you clothed yourself so well and begged the emotions of so many that they emptied themselves in you.
people are busy doing nothing
but when you approach them
they pretend As if they are up to something
that is the thing
about people
In life there is two types of people.
Those who are smart
and those who are Bright.
People who are smart will always show you what is right and those who bright can show you the light.
we live to build our dreams
but others end up working for others
helping them build their dreams.
if you're not smart
you're bright
life is not about
who you are
or where you come from.
we are all from the land of the lost.
you just have to find your way home.
So tell me:
Who Are You?
My sweet sugar cube
The sweet song of the black bird
The sweet air in bitter air
My sweet natured cube
The character, busy like bees
Not busy doing nothing like beehive
But busy to keep me sweet?
I don't know;if me,I'll keep her sweet
To know if she kept me sweet
In the class our used hot candle wax
I mold into a cube
To myself, it's similar to my sugar cube
I gave it to her as a gift
If she likes it , keep it and remind me
Then I' ll know, she keeps me sweet
She did, which made me dumb-founded.
Now at my own sweet will
I could not keep my sugar cube sweet
At breakfast my wife asked me
What I was doing today
“Nothing” I replied to her
“But you did nothing yesterday”
She informed me
“And now you’re doing it again today”
I replied “I’m not doing nothing, again
I didn’t finish doing it yesterday”
departures, reservations and dreams
can all be changed in a single wish
we have shared too much
moments flowing within moments
souvenirs of that which cannot be bought
there is so much left to explore
bridges to cross our future to build
Sunday mornings busy doing nothing at all
lovers within city limits with no limit on love
daybreak and dusk free for the taking
ice chilled champagne to warm the soul
the surreal joy of love in the afternoon
hot cappuccino sweet to the lips
you and i belong together
call this city home take another plane
leave some other day stay with me
i am yours to keep
a city souvenir
Irish
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