Constant: Meandering

Nothing original today,
Merely more sewing
And more living,
Continuously doing.

The sauna-like heat
Of this summer’s day
Makes me sleepy,
And it’s only Monday.

I’d rather be
In someplace cool,
Lakeside or seaside
Or even by a pool.

It’s a good day for sitting,
And drinking cool beverages,
For stopping and resting,
Not for beating averages;

I feel rather stuck,
Not in a productive mood,
There are many tasks to complete
But instead I mainly brood.

Naught seems right,
But I’ve seen this previously,
You’d think I could pass by it
Rather than grumbling aversively;

How long, I wonder,
When will it make sense?
Sometimes it feels
Everything is at my expense,

But of course, that’s nonsense,
This foolishness must end,
A little effort is all that’s needed,
To rouse myself and attend
To what’s here for a time.