Sitting on the floor
As I do
Drinking my coffee
And listening to a podcast
Having slept in
I am going to need
To pray
And eat better.
Sitting on the floor
As I do
Drinking my coffee
And listening to a podcast
Having slept in
I am going to need
To pray
And eat better.
And soon to bed
The night will rest
And plans will be
And plans will not
But sleep will come again.
Is Ice cream too much
When all seems too much
Or is it just right?
I would like to feel at peace
And know some part of what transpired
But I can’t imagine I will get
The things that desire.
A glass in…
or two
A mostly mindless show
My stories to distract
And there is a moments rest
After a long days work.
Will there be rest eternal?
Am I asking the wrong question?
The pets are fed
The dishwasher running
The floor cleaned up
The first load already in,
The dryer.
The wine has been sitting
The neighbors said hi to
And tomorrow,
No alarm.
Past and burnt
Like used up people
The soul feels empty
And all is weariness.