Some days slip on by…
The thoughts you might have thought
have quietly gone past; why?
Did you sleep away the day
in a bed so soft you couldn’t
get up and go out
and fight the urge to ‘wouldn’t’?
Did the dither and the bother
of the mother or the father
keep your mind from settling into
the things you’d hoped you’d go through
only to discover
there were no more ways to cover
the laziness and sloth
that birthed the dreams all soft
then fuzzy nightmares frightening
as you’ve slipped beyond enlightening
to review the coming morning
with new hopes and plans a’borning?!