In a quiet room.

On a comfy bed.

And only the sound of music coming from the rotation of the fan.

Keeps be oblivious.

To my obligations.

I probably got things to do.

And places to be.

But what intrigues me is a mind of questions, after questions.

And yet in this dilemma.

Thinking and thinking.

I have fulfilled one but useless thing.

Procrastination.

T. G