Musings of a Not-So-Idle Mind

"Each day is busy max, In a world of high speed Internet, I wish to be a fax, No fire, no fret. Sometimes when it gets "too much", I scribble (mostly nonsensical) a rhyme or two, A simpler world I clutch, Unworried, unstressed, un-blue. Dreaming of being an idle mind, Aware in idyllic times I'll self-combust, Between those realms myself I find, Now over to you, reader, in you I trust."