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.
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.