To Another Year
4 months ago
Choices and Decisions-Law of diminishing returns?
Just once, just once, I'd like to keep the perfect sleep. You know the one I'm taking about. You fall asleep on a train, or someone's couch, or in a hospital, and it's perfect. The ecstasy of the unlikely. And then some bastard wakes you up and you can't get it back, no matter how hard you try. You never knew it was perfect until you lost it. And all you have left is that sick burning desire to get it back. The perfect sleep.
Stung him numb and cold
Preoccupied he Stayed away,from the bold.
Succumb? Stand? Resist? Float?
He knew not, do What?
Disturbed he let in all,
Chanced footholds not so small.