Time and again,
to the fluorescent beam from heaven,
When people rise
from bed to pray
And leopards chase
their hunts to prey-
When the rational
lot washes to kick off the day
When optimists
flip pages from the past,
To predict the
future, after repeated blasts-
I sleep like a
lazy dog.
That
insignificant breath of outbound energy,
That trivial
voice from the dry throat,
That force of
gravitation which is so tough to refuse
Pull together a
trick, in immersing me
In the joy of dreaming,
a little longer-
Indefinitely
progressing, waiting eagerly
For the next fight
or the next love.
Never could fathom
the pace of clock,
Never convinced
that the past is past,
Never sure what’s
wrong in coming last-
All that’s on
the shelf and make me proud
Is fleeting in
the crowd, lost in abundance,
Trying to justify the next best step
To comfort and the
meaning of peace.
The vision
blurred, the fading jingle,
The beauty of
imagination
To reinvent success,
out in the real,
Clearly missing on
the climax
Because I’m
fighting, sweating out-
Continuously in sleep,
While others are
trying to live.
