Another day is yet to be wasted,
Just like every yesterday,
You chose to sit out.
The world beneath your idle feet,
Dictates for bliss to be achieved.
Fitness was the antidote,
To your fraught affliction.
You read about triumph,
Groundbreakers and prodigies.
Did they not put in toil and effort?
To achieve what you only conceive.
A shadow of ennui,
Awning over your indolent mind,
Left you inert,
And numbed your interests.
Won't it be elating,
If you relish in your pastimes,
Rather than atrophy,
As your time withers away.
Solution to boredom,
Solution to grief.
What did you get,
From that extra hour of sleep.