What say, my heart? Does the day seem worth the waking?
What if it is another waste of a good nap time?
Such are my Ponderings
Between a frail wake, and my sleep overcasting
But then the day summons my presence, my deeds are in need
I could lie in bed, lie to my self, think of dreaming
Only to find my sleep fade, recede, with the sun's glaring
Why should I, what is my purpose to? Too?
I could while away my time, think of a poem
Maybe showcase it, act like a show-off
At the end none of those questions matter
I could think they did, but the truth is they don't
The brain wants a coffee, the stomach it's supper
The evening is upon me, brunch time is past
The birds have flown back, the sky is in a red cast
Soon the moon shall rise, bring forth its fakery
Many a hearts have lived under its bright misery
I have denied it the pleasure of my undoing
My errors of judgement, my callousness even
I repent nothing, I am at peace
So maybe tomorrow, I will catch the morning breeze
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