They think I'm lazy
they think I'm lazy because
While they rush to soccer practice,
scurry over notes
While they work a 12 hour shift, and
wear out the pages of their
calendars
Fill each little box and margin and
hole with ink,
While they mop and scrub and
exterminate every mite of dust that
dare cross their perfectly controlled threshold,
in their perfectly
controlled life,
I lounge in my chair,
an obviously unproductive position,
and think.
They would comment on my idleness,
but their mouths are
already scheduled
And they don't have much time to
wonder
why I don't fill my life with more useful things
than questions.
