Lying down on my stomach,
I look at the means of my entertainment,
Sure, I can stream something, A movie,
A show or music which can,
Change my mood for the better,
Yet this emptiness, the mess filled with nothingness,
Where only time passes, everything just stays still,
And the will, to do anything is nonexistent,
As the regret tries to seep its way from the cracks,
The walls don’t break until it is too late,
Because it is my fate for this evening,
To just lay down and do nothing,
For my productivity and motivation,
Are just toys for my Procrastination,
And who are not a puppet for the master,
Who is called doing nothing, for we all,
Like to feel bad about our-self for having,
Little moments of peace when nobody asked,
Because guilt has become a reaction to things,
We have come to quite enjoy.