Improvident Sunday- by: unknown forgotten

Oh how the clock hands turn slowly
I woke up early for no reason
Expecting to win the world over
but lo, I as the cold gray sky moves slowly
I am still here
Purely exsisting to exist
No cause or matter for now
The world hustles and frets
Creating, making life change
But as the clock moves ever so slowly
I will have gotten nothing done
I long for escape in the hour
I long for adventures and danger and fun
I would venture out into the wind and the cold
If only I had a means to travel
If only I had somwhere to go