A day when you relax,
You just sit next to a window,
And maybe chase a passing cloud,
You don’t think about the next hour,
Or an hour that just passed.

You hold a good book,
Read page after page for hours,
Live a character of your choice,
Sip by sip conquer your sleep,
And feel the warmth of your arms.

You cherish the peace that surrounds,
Ecstasy of doing nothing in a day,
Just being in your own skin,
And just unthinking and thinking,
Thinking about doing nothing!