The Idle

sgkeat By sgkeat, 31st Jan 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
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Not the idol, no, not the American Idol...but the thoughts of an idle on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
I am no poet, but I love rhymes.

I am thinking of climbing up a hill
and looking out to the sea.
Wondering if I am not here,
where I would like to be.

Would I be in the sky,
and fly with the birds?
But I love chatting too much,
those bird brains ain't got words.

Maybe I'll dive deep into the ocean
and swim with the school.
But I am way too heavy
they will take me for a fool.

Should I escape to outer space
to shine like a star?
Oh no, I'll feel so lonely,
cause everyone else is so afar.

Maybe I should just stay home
and lie on my bed?
Not move even a muscle
and pretend that I am dead.

Frankly, I think I am happiest
when I am alone in my mind.
Thinking of climbing up a hill
but cooking up a rhyme.

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