Move.

Another sunset.
Another color on the grayish-bluish sky.
And still.
Nothing.
What would amount to something?
Apart from the marks on the to-do list.
And yet another day near Friday.
Who keeps count anyway?
Nobody. You.
And that nagging feeling you get when you lay down in bed and ask yourself, so what have we done well today?

If only purpose came from a fortune cookie.
With chocolate chips, and some peanut butter.
I'd probably gobble it down and keep on wondering, still.