Doing Nothing

I don't feel like going out today.
There's no one I want to see,
Nothing I want to say
To anyone around me.
Maybe I'll go back to bed.
Maybe I'll just rest my head
On this pillow on the couch.
Maybe I'll sink down,
I feel a slouch coming on.
I don't want to do anything,
So I'll just sit here
Doing my thing,
Not talking to anyone.
No, it's not much fun,
But I can't imagine another way
To isolate myself
And socialize.
The two don't go together,
It seems, and I am not so clever
As to think of something original.
Yes, I'd like to do something unique,
Something spontaneous,
It's the end of the week,
For goodness sake.
If you think of an idea
To help me overcome,
Whisper in my ear,
Or tell someone else
To tell me soon.
I've waited all year
For a chance to overcome,
But today, it seems,
Is not my lucky day.
I don't know
What I'll do with myself.
I guess I'll just wait here
For something or someone
To catch my attention.
Something to do
Is bound to happen.