Too Busy for Fun
I was busy, lots to be done
No time for hobbies or things fun
So I put aside crafts and things
Focused on loftier doings
I’d sit and ponder tasks at hand
Sit and sit, but never to stand
I started up a game or two
Of solitaire, that’s all I’d do
No time for games, I need to quit
But vague forces drive me to it.
Eventually, eyes crossed and sore
I’d take a break, tackle a chore
Why can’t I focus on my work
Why from commitments do I shirk
To self responded, to self said
If can’t have fun, rather be dead
Working on a project that I needed to complete, I put aside my various hobbies that allow me to shut down my mind.
Deprived of my hobbies, I found that I was drawn to solitaire. What starts out as a quick game, becomes compulsive. Playing first one game, then two, then twelve.
My hobbies allow me to focus on a repetitious task, similar to playing solitaire. The difference is that I feel renewed and have something to show for my time when occupied with a hobby. Solitaire does nothing except eat up time.
When deprived of normal pastimes, I become driven to other means of relaxation.