too much time on my hands.txt
Sleepless night
Endless days
Still the sands of time pour slowly to taunt my weary mind
The sun shines
The others rest
I have yet a small solace to find
Not long ago I had little time to myself
Now I drown in the new over abundance
The beauty and awe of the written word brings little joy
Even in my admittedly perverse thought and desires I find little comfort
It is like my most favorite foods lost their appeal and flavor
I yearn for something to distract my wits, what I wouldnt give for even a small toy
Yet nothing comes though I pray and wait
Looking for a broken bobble to fix or a small problem to solve
So lost and bored, this strange furry
Some unseen hand forces me from writing a story
A tale of happiness, sorrow, strangeness, and other worlds
I ask it to leave and to please do hurry