Copying: Mundane Motion

Don’t think,
Just do;
That seems to be
The only motto
That’s working
Right now;

Write a poem,
Sort through some papers,
Shred and dispose of
The leftovers,

Shower and laundry,
Calamine on
And cook supper,
Go to work and focus on that;

That’s what’s happening,
Incredibly mundane
And uninteresting,
But so it goes.

One foot,
And then another,
One day,
And then the next,

Proceeding on,
Not stopping to look
As I don’t want to,

Waiting for this
Dreadful mood
To pass through,

To be replaced by another,
Preferably less blue;
I’m really tired of this,
And I bet you are too!