I Do Not Know What To Do With Myself Today

I am free
I have all the time I want to write
But I do not know what to write
Or if I can really write anything-

It is a beautiful day outside
But when the heat of the afternoon comes
No one will want to be there-

I have the whole morning to dream
But I have no dreams
I am empty as music never played
And never listened to-

I try to think how to wake myself
I listen and watch beautiful songs and poems
But little inspires-

It will be a long day
And I doubt I will write anything in it-

Perhaps after a nap
I will feel otherwise
But now the only dream I have is
Sleep.

by Shalom Freedman

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