The Nothing I'm Up Too

Sitting
Mind void of thought
The weight of unbeing
Frantically fills the soul

I pause logged on
I have nothing,
Nothing I need to do
Facebook it is then,
The nothing I'm up to

I check my notifications first
Nothing
Then messages
Nothing
Just like the nothing I'm up to

I scroll through the first few posts
Void of thought
I click the post status
Because everyone will care
about the nothing I'm up to.

I could play a game but
I think they cost money
Or if they don't
I already did.
Hence the nothing I'm up to.

I remember
Elation spreads
The chat Is good
Then I can talk
about the nothing I'm up to.

No one is on.
No one is ever on.
I scroll on though
Legally stalking undetected.
This is the nothing I'm up to

Its ten o'clock
Pm, I haven't done a thing.
What have I done
Siting staring and not being
Living the nothing I'm up to.

Time crawls so fast
I stare void of thought
At lines of text
I don’t have a thing to do
So its nothing I'm up to.

I have the need to check it
To let them sell me.
I don't even care
About half of what I see
On the nothing I'm up to.

I would stop
But cant as I've learned
That the dull void
Is so interesting to me
That's why Its the nothing I'm up to.