On being (after waking)

Just a free verse drabble from work

It's 7 A.M.
Time to get up, time to go
And face the mundanity of life
And other games men play
To pass the days

But there's no desire to move
From my secure spot
Everyone is saying, though
You must work, you must play
But I do nothing

It's a dangerous proposition
Being without doing
You just take up space
And not even that (space is)
You are without why

But maybe you are
Beyond things and truly
With is
Where everything is
And all is nothing

7:05
To just be is too hard
I'll get up