Time To Spare


I got nothin’ to do, time on my tiny hands,
watchin’ the seconds slowly drag by.
A listless tedium, is this Elysium?
Everyone’s rushin’ an’ I don’t know why.

Ain’t nothin’ I’m prone to claim,
but I’m gonna say it anyway.
I got:

Time to spare.

I got no list of chores, I am so mindlessly bored,
tryin’ to think of something I can do.
But the monotony, fuelin’ my apathy,
think I’ll close my eyes an’ sleep the day thru.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

No work, no tasks, no small odd-jobs.
No responsibilities.
I can’t walk or talk, but hear me sob,
can only mean I’m a newborn baby.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

©24.10.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman


%d bloggers like this: