On a clear (okay cloudy) day as has unfolded,

The bright sun and cool breeze match my mood,

I still feel like sleeping and lying down,

An era of laziness is still on count,

But I started with the easiest room,

I understand the concept of low lying fruits,

To pick the smallest tiniest and shortest task,

To corral and entice and build up steam,

Am now halfway to the goal,

But enthusiasm isn't there yet,

Could be motivation is overrated,

That the end goal is just to get it done,

Bluntly, cleaning is a menial task,

But a clean palate and sound environ,

Will give me a muse to use,

So after this toast I shall resume my feat.