By Thomas Mhando,
I made big plans for Saturday,
A hike, a jog, then books and chai.
But morning came, and so did sleep,
I snoozed through goals I meant to keep.
By noon, my blanket hugged too tight.
I said, “At 2, I’ll clean my room,”
Instead I Googled “lounge perfume.”
A Netflix doc just pulled me in—
On snails that paint and rarely sin.
I watched two hours, then took a nap.
By 5, I dressed to go outside,
Then saw the rain and ran to hide.
I lit a candle, scrolled a thread,
On “10 habits to leave your bed.”
I saved it… never read it though.
At 7 sharp, my brain felt guilt,
My dreams of growth all slowly wilt.
I ordered food, ignored the mess,
Rewatched old clips of Lionel’s best.
And blamed the weather. Always fair.
So here’s my Sunday game plan now—
Do nothing grand, but sleep somehow.
And if I scroll or snack again,
At least I’ll do it stress-free then.
Not lazy… just emotionally green.
