Prolly Nonsense

Prolly Nonsense
When your surroundings encourage you to sleep, or drift…

I stare at it
Remaining blank
Aim some well intended
Empty ideas, I fear
This thing will not get done

I never had the courage and I
Was presumed to be just lazy
All the prolific nonsense inside
My head, flood me like crazy

But crazy is what crazy does
Observed physically
As wolves howling at the full moon
Moon bathing in its lunacy

But that’s not me, I exhibit none
I stare at things that won’t get done