postproductive

I have some free time
how did I want to spend it?
I don’t remember

hallucinating
in the room’s ambient noise
a really great song

describe to someone
all the things you’d do to them
and it’s well received

now, when I recall
good times that have passed me by
it’s not bittersweet

finish my album
no one should ever hear it
why did i do this

don’t know what to do
order random things I need
from the internet

familiar feeling
finding out your new job sucks
I remember this

I have done nothing
with the time I’ve been given
uneventful day