Overdue

I lost focus while working on a book review one fine day,

and pondered on the question,

' How do I wish my life would be a few years later? Different? But in what way?'.

" It's a simple yet strange question", 

to on one in particular I say,

All the While doodling on a spare sheet of paper that lay near dad's ashtray.

After pondering for an hour, exhausted and unsatisfied by thoughts, 

I sprawl on the bed, groaning with a frustrated tone...

" I don't know what to do with my life! Let me search it up, Where's my phone?".

With lethargic movements, 

I reach out for my phone from the bedside table, and it notifies me of the low battery I curse my luck.

Quickly I google the question,

a few pages open up, clearly giving me a step-by-step guide on how to get unstuck.

I go through a few pages looking for enlightenment, a breakthrough.

I noticed my hairdo is a mess, with shampooing overdue.

My royal blue dress lay in the closet presuming to be worn for a date or an interview. 

And as on cue, my stomach growls, 

Reminding me of that delicious chocolate fondue, 

That lay near the unopened bag of tissues.

Taking a deep sigh, I give up my quest for enlightenment and reach up for a bottle of wine and corkscrew. 

After passing through the mess of things,

I latch myself to some form of entertainment from Netflix and yahoo,

All the while,

the question remains unanswered along with an overdue book review.