Too Lazy To Live Poem by Raj Dronamraju

And a heart fills with joy at the thought of rest
I've got one goal and that goal is to do nothing
Big cartwheels in dreams make me tired before I wake

And the numbness of possible effort entered into
It pushes me lower and I can't wait to be in a prone position closing my eyes
To strive for what is unobtainable even for those participating in purification
Not doing something is still doing something
Despite the best intentions of yogis, your mind can never be completely clear, can never be totally blank

A death wish is really a lot to carry around with you
It's a lofty mission and the thought of it makes me yawn
Maybe if I just shut down, don't commit even the tiniest iota of energy to existing
Maybe I'll just stop
Death is the seizure of all living things
And correspondingly all these machine parts assigned the functions of life stop working

But if I just stop, this will be the fade, the person was here but now is not and leaves no physical trace behind
For the present, I'll make excuses to find an office no one else is using
I'll lock the door, turn out the lights, and curl into a ball on the floor
I trust no one will miss me
I'll eventually raise enough energy to get up and go home and then sleep some more