Things I love occupy most of my hours

Can there be too much of a good thing?

I say I’ll do it when I have time,

Maybe next week,

Maybe next month,

Maybe not at all.

Because it’s never next week.

It’s always right now, and life goes on and on!

I wake up and count hours until I can go back home.

Let’s not count the hours.

What’s nice about this moment? How can I relish in now?

The day will end whether I enjoy it or not; life goes on and on!

So strangely enough, I’m happy

Even though I’m essentially swimming through a tsunami.

I think I’m too busy for the existential stuff that used to bother me.

Too busy to be sad; life goes on and on!

But yeah

I miss playing on the playground at recess

When the only thing that occupied my mind was the hope that my mom put lunchables in my bag today.

Oh well; life goes on and on!