Is it my fault,
that I didn’t want to get out of bed,
on this dreary day,
as my mind feels like wondering,
contemplating and perhaps,
a little bit astray.
There was a melody,
in the background,
the reoccurring thought of a scene,
was it something from the past,
or maybe. . .
just a recent dream
The splendor of aimless wondering,
drifting, gadding, flitting, about,
a freeness not questioning,
not worrying,
or having any doubt
Ah yes those waking hours,
the transition,
between dual lives,
one of momentary inspection,
the other considered, as the norm,
in ordinary time
It would be nice
to have a choice,
to stay with one or the other,
but alas there’s the alarm,
and those obligations,
why do I even bother 🤪