I'm not comfy
On this chair
I want a bean bag
That'd be cool

Might go out
And cut my hair
Grab a drink
Or maybe two.

I'm sick of 'deep'
Fake emotions
Light laughter
Far away

I have friends
Across the oceans
That say one thing
And make my day.

Loving the snow
Even if it's cold
Work will cry
If I'm not there

Books will sit
Waiting to be sold
But a 2 hour commute
Just doesn't seem fair.

Maybe I'll work out
Get strong and faster
Change my job
And take up sports

I'd have to eat
Chicken and pasta
And practice tennis
On grass bound courts.

Or maybe I'll just
Write a poem
One that's short
With random musings

Watch the blizzard
From in my home
Cause this flurry of flakes
Seems quite amusing.