I Need to Write a Poem

I sit up on my bed

On this sunny Saturday afternoon.

Saturday,

a day when I'm supposed to be resting.

But rested on my the top of my lap

Is...

You guessed it.

My laptop.

I know it shouldn't be there

Not only is it a potential health hazard

I'm supposed to NOT be working today.

Not Working.

Not Writing.

But I crave

So badly to write

One poem for Vocal, I tell myself.

"Just one!"

Yet, the mind draws a blank

What do I write about?

The body is on "holiday" mood

It doesn't understand weekends

But Wednesdays and Saturdays are strictly "no work"

Neither do I have the energy to play, though

As clearly, there's something in me

That just wants to write

Maybe this is my body's "play"

"Playing with words".

It wants to write now,

Write to feed the community

Write to maybe feed the wallet (if it's good enough).

"Achieve more!" the brain says

"Get something done!"

While the body doesn't want to move much

Somehow, they coordinate together

To write this poem

About the need to

Write a poem.

Done.