The Nap
Sleepy
As the days roll by
Hanging heavy
Inward sighs.
Crawling to this
Bedward bound
Resting is
Of mindless sound.
In my slumber
I dismiss
Eagnerness
And thoughts amiss.
Waking to
This buzz of life
Smelling secrets
Through the strife.
Wisdom is
For those who see
Nestings in
One's destiny.
8-3-09
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