wonder where on earth i am
get up and stare in the mirror
am i doing it right
look in mirror, examine yo face
Do Nothing
On earth you're here, nitched on the middle of this bed, still dazed in thought.
Slogishly breaking from the bed's warming grip, you stare into the mirror's soul.
The mirror being a perfectly well gentleman about this returns a self portrait of yourself mockingly.
Here stands a girl, no fame in wealth, no freedom, no gold, no say, no shout.
You like to think of your face as very pretty; two gleaming green half cranky eyes, a luxurious twin pair of lips touched by rose, an undoubtful, less bugar-shed nose, a beaming scrawny awaken face, a headset of crimson hair, that of course is exactly everywhere, and a winning taste of vanilla to your skin, you look a bit roasted tan however.
Nothing was done about doing nothing.
