We wake up every morning.
Not knowing if it would be the last
We spent our time scrolling past live
Surviving rather than living
Being rather than feeling

We looked around our bedroom.
Noticing the pile of clothes in the corner
The book on the shelf
Waiting to be read
We didn't read it yet, we are still procrastinating.
The empty bag of chips on our desk
We still need to throw it away.

But instead of getting up and living life
We stay in bed for just a few more minutes.
Minutes turn into hours
Starting the day seems way too overwhelming,
We can't
We won't
There is so much to do, we think.
So we just do nothing.

We know,
The world is a weird place to be.
It's a lazy day after...