As this life is brought to a boil.
Relief found in pockets of
My back against a wall,
For the five minutes I allow myself:
Playing with eye floaters
Against the back drop of
A pale blue sky,
Like a glitter globe;
Watching it turn into a glare
In a matter of hours,
Slowly revealing an image of me.
Ear buds blasting a vague semblance of
“Here with me” (the White Noise alt. version),
Reluctant to open books for
What I’ve been waiting my whole life to study
And reluctant to quit now
Because I hadn’t done enough.
I just want to play the drums
Or maybe find the time to learn guitar:
Something that I can do in my apartment,
“Don’t think about…”
I’ll take five more –
Of staring off.
Just until this song ends.