"A Lively Afternoon Indoors"
An afternoon working hard maintaining sanity, collecting artistic
tendencies,
And typing literature, and creating soluble art.
That's the ticket
None's the wiser.
Crawling out of the thicket
Peeking over the riser.
And seeking to see the whole instead of the part.
A busy day looking at someone else's accomplishments,
While beginning (again) to begin to begin to build mine.
There I go again
Can't be much clearer
Back and forth again
Slake the fear, or
I can pay the price of the cultural fine.
Inasmuch as I can see that nothing is really accomplished much,
Even when wasting a day proclaiming that typing on a computer is artistic.
That's the ticket.
None's the wiser.
It's a fairly sticky wicket
But it sure is a tantalizer,
And I fail to end the day with fulfillment, yet my accomplishement
feels intrinsic.
