The hours move past glacially, and I endure them, stupified.
I've put too much effort into tasks of little consequence.
I'd like to sleep. The phone keeps ringing; like to lay out
In the sun, but there's a little too much wind. I've had
Enough to eat and drink. Considering my state of mind,
No one would care to talk to me, so I just sit. I stare at
Nothing. Time's not rushing by.