Gazing at the open space,

the tender shower on the window,

dismissing dust.

The eyes, ignorant of its sight-

oblivious to the gaping mass;

of unfinished business.

The arm, unwilling to shift.

relieved of its immobility,

its disability to assist.

The mind, idle in thinking.

paying no efforts to serve.

these are,

the confessions of the slothful.

unaware of the outcome.

unaware, of the consequences.

when the result of indolence;

is none other than a bleak destiny;

and a fate of gloom.

Laziness creeps, and there goes my to do list down the drain.