The day doesn't care
what you're doing.
The sun will still
make its arc...
the quail will still
scamper across the yard
in the morning...
and all the nasty little children
will pile off the bus
in the afternoon
screaming epithets
that once were the purview of sailors.
You can lie there
on your dead butt
or you can do something heroic...
but you won't do anything heroic
lying on your dead butt.
The day doesn't care
what you're doing...
it will pass you by
without a moment's regret.
It's all up to you.
