It's just one of those days
Where there's plenty to do.
There's plenty to do, but no desire.
No desire to do any of it.

It's just one of those days
Where I'm bored out of my mind.
There's plenty to do, but no desire.
No desire to do any of it.

There's homework, and chores, and reading to do.
There's so much to do, but no desire.
No desire to do any of it.

Uninteresting, unappealing, boring in nature.
I want to do all of it,
Secretly,
But there's no desire.
No desire to do any of it.

That homework needs to be done.
That book needs to be read.
My fish tank is dirty.
Laundry is stacking up.
There's plenty to do, but no desire.
No desire to do any of it.

I want to scream, I want to shout.
The urge is there, but
The actual act of doing is not there.
There's no desire.
No desire to do any of it.

My brain is fuzzy, my limbs are tingly.
I have to do something, I know,
But there's no desire.
No desire to do any of it.

I should stop wanting,
Complaining,
Brooding.
I should fill myself with that desire.
The desire to do all of it.