Just a little while, and I can feel useless again.
Rejoice in it, rather than regret it.
Wake up late because there’s nothing worth waking up early for.
Let the computer have my mouth shut because I answer to no one.
Get sick in bed rest as I sink myself in the selfish air of being unnecessary,
meanwhile considering counter productivity as human instead of a failure.
Not that I’m not grateful, oh no. I am, really.
I’m just tired, and I happen to complain a lot.