Procrastination on the empty vessel
Roll over and over to take a breather
Is this dereliction of duty

To no throw a giant stick in the works?
To labour so rigidly,
Fleeing safe havens of natural beauty


Procrastination on the empty vessel
Toil to the bone so the machines roll on

Is this vague $$#umption
That a call to a halt will signal our untimely end?
To labour so rigidly, all the safe havens of natural

Beauty just merge into form
Not to be seen, tasted, touched or felt


We don't believe that we have the nerve
We can believe that refusal won't hurt
We don't believe much in... ourselves


Nil retribution on the empty vessel
Bracing ourselves as we smashed our routine

This feels like liberation

Or a call to a halt that signalled

Our untimely end (?)
To have laboured so rigidly,
Barred from safe havens of natural beauty.


We don't believe that we have the nerve
We can believe that refusal won't hurt

We don't believe much in... ourselves