Nothing

the problems with having nothing to do

Just above the hip, that feeling, that pain
Lonely, square eyed, sitting, again
Banana-backed, digital overdose
Voices from nowhere?
Tea and toast
Cycle, not exercise, non-moving roundabout
Blank space only music... Sound it out.
Silence is honesty, puts all in perspective
I’m fine though... well, at least no-one expects this
I don’t quite accept this,
But who wrote the rest its
Confusing
Senseless
Time to get rested.