When the laundry sings its siren song
and the dishes dance in dirty defiance.
Why write the next great novel
when the fridge buzzes tales of snacks untold?
The cat stares, judging,
as I rearrange the hourglass without sand.
To scroll or not to scroll,
that is the eternal question of no consequence.
Meetings that might have been
echo in the corridors of ambition's absence.
Find wisdom in circular procrastination,
and veiled irony in unread pages.
Look beyond the paper mountains
and laugh at the valleys of empty lists.