I dream of lazy days
easier than these muddled ones,
gazing at the enlivening sun
without worries at the edge
of my overworked mind.
Yet I continue to pursue slumber.
It is far simpler to dream the dreams
than to be removed
from the spacious bed
and common comforts.
The sun rises high
and the darkness creeps
in around the clouds,
fingers folding
over my eyes.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesíaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
