The days are slow and yet my summer vacation is half way done?
I've settled into my place, but my days seem to waste away.
Somedays I go out for a jog down the bike trail.
Other days I work at my menial job that doesn't align with my values. I stay because I need the money.
I have so many things to do.
When I go to bed, I close my eyes and feel the weight of all things not done.
One goes and another comes.
I want to be productive, just don't know where to start.
I yearn to wakeup with the sun.
Pick myself up.