It’s hard to do, to not think
Of a chore, a poem, a dream,
A note to take, screen to check,
Game to play, stray book to read—
But then, as soon as you can
Sit still (no om, no rules, none)
And get past the lust to do
A real thing, some kind of thing
To use your mind or calm it,
Right then, that soon, you will long
To stay that way much more than.
