Need to stuff my calendar as much as possible.

Down time?

More like downer time.

I’ll walk through your maze,

stuff myself with paper,

and await further instructions.

The work piles up,

just as intended.

The books and essays weren’t enough.

That’s where the volunteering,

and the gaming,

and even the writing comes in.

I don’t want my mind to wander.

But at the end of the day,

I realize there’s one time when I can’t escape my own thoughts:

the time in-between when my head hits the pillow,

and when I can finally enjoy the nothingness.