Inertia Soon I’ll have to wake up This Sunday morning and go out there To the supermarkets, the gas stations And the drug stores And when I go to these places I will feel belly sick and belly cold And people will stare at me and my face Because people are bored and tired And I am bored and tired And it’s the middle of winter And it’s cold and over cast out, As the snow covers the windows and hoods Of cars, and the ground and the asphalt As the crisp air bites the bones of everyone And I would rather be on a beach in Brazil But all the faces will stand against me And I’ll be unable to cheer up the young pretty girl Who takes my money at the drug store, As I wonder what she will like to be when she grows Up, and I haven’t been able to match my ideal The paradigm of my ideal shattered Along time ago Well things are not all bad Some people tell me that I write well And some of my poems have been seen over the Internet And in some little magazines And these things are fine But it won’t make an old car start Up this morning, and it won’t make a meager Paycheck, from a meager job pay more And it won’t make the weather outside This day, be a little warmer, And it won’t put me in my own home Were I can type and think With some silence, And it won’t relieve a large part of my boredom But it is something that brightens my day a bit And this is important to remember— To do something that shines your day of bit No matter how good or bad you have it