What do you do? When you have nothing to. Do you sit by the window, And look out, Look out at the world, Wonder, what it is like to be that bee that hums and hovers over that red rose, Or think about the decisions you made; the path you are walking on; and the people you chose. Are you disturbed when you are alone? Shhh! Come close Close to yourself. Its cozy and comfy and lonely, Better than those who are but are not And those too who want to and cannot. What do you do? When you have nothing to. Do you look into the mirror And embrace the facade, Click yourself and then edit Whilst nature loses its credit. Or do you rather see into your eyes Try to locate the scars on your soul. Is there a want of death lurking about? Hmmm! Shut up. Why to bother with it, Or why to try to grasp its arms, It is on its way to you anyhow. So, you better live and act Before the final bow. What would do you do? If you had something to do. Hold someone's hand and with them stay Or by yourself walk away, Chain yourself with the laws meant to bound Or hustle to change the things around, Sweat and bleed to carve your way, Or would you let go and give away, Dream a reality Or lose yours to a dream, Mediate in silence Or burst out in screams, Try to find what you desire Or would you lose yourself in the world's mire, If you had something to do? Would you hold someone's hand and walk away Or in your solitude forever stay.