Idle Time

I’ve taken to poetry to fill the idle time.

Foray familiar for myriad of thought.

Alas it’s not the usual love prose.

My idle, the days I’ve soullessly bought.

Haha, what fool does this mirror show.

My virtue sold so cheap.

Trading in my daylight hours,

released for a feed and some sleep.

Knock knock, who’s there?

Don’t ask, I’ve sold my name.

Haha, languishing without purpose,

Look in the mirror to find my blame.

My idle time tells without question.

Have I enough soul to change my game?

Can I salvage virtue, create my purpose?

And find the power to bellow my name.