Awake.

Awake in bed I lay,

Sluggish,

Ignoring the cheery day.

No warmth can overcome,

The relaxation in my bones.

No meritorious labor can overcome,

My content irresponsibility.

Eyelids closed and steady breathing,

Resting, resting,

From reality’s harsh unsheathing.

The world can go to seed,

Whiles I rehabilitate.

My mind can go to seed,

Whiles I dumbly sloth.

Worry and concern are blocked by the bouncer,

Who is a big burly professional trouncer.

Enter sleep without a knock,

Inviting in,

A fluffy flock.

The clock ticks down,

The ebb of time slows,

People dance in town,

At their shallow shows.

But I am at home,

Away from Rome,

Embracing harmony,

And charming rhapsody.