Shadows on my walls

I keep hearing your concerns for my happiness
Always walking
Always talking of my idleness
Sad returns to pester in me, a sense of consciousness

Don’t jump the gun
I’m having fun
Swimming in my recklessness

Counting shadows on my wall
Doesn’t bother me at all
Sitting on a beanbag made from carbon capers
Watching lost musicals and re-run trailers

Playing solitaire with a deck of 51
Writing 'loop-da-loop' scrawls sum in some
Yesterday I danced the tango with Mr much and Dr drunk
Loads of flavour, loads of laughter… loads of boastful spunk

Im doing fine
Just minding mine
No ‘where or care’ for two
So don’t you yell and don’t you bell…
That I’ve got nothing to do