I just needed to take a decision,
do my tasks, take a breath, an attitude.
Instead, I prefered to stay home
doing nothing, only with my solitude.
Killing time is my main occupation.
I have no direction here in nothingland.
I'm a nothing doer, and I'm good.
Slowly sinking down in quicksand.
I will not be condemned to death,
then I hang my days loose.
If I tried, I could be better...
There's no excuse.