As long as the music keeps playing
and I receive no phone calls or instant messages
and this pen and notebook remain at my side
I wonder how long it would take
for inspiration to cease
permanently.
I wonder how long it would take
to die
and how decrepit I could get
before it ended.
I don't particularly want to
keep sitting here,
in fact it's rather uncomfortable
and within a few moments, most likely boring too.
But I don't see any other option.
Perhaps it's time
to turn around in circles
so as to achieve a slight stimulation.