Sleeping Is Obligation Ceasing
Fresh cotton sheets wrapping round you as you adjust yourself in the midst of the soft cocooned haven,
It's such a basic thing when you think about it: sleeping, we all do it.
That ongoing mental 'to-do list' has been floating around in your head all day and all of a sudden, it fades, along with worries and other weights,
The only requirement is breathing, the rest you will attain as you wander about the world where the sky is purple and the grass blue.
The hustle and bustle of the obliged sleepless world around you ceases, the only thing creeping around the streets is the cryptic moonlight (you hope),
Not a care in the world; all that matters is you breathing and perhaps infinitely dreaming,
Only until your alarm awakens you to the painful solidity of the following day.
Because piss, it's Monday morning again.
It's such a basic thing when you think about it: sleeping, we all do it.
That ongoing mental 'to-do list' has been floating around in your head all day and all of a sudden, it fades, along with worries and other weights,
The only requirement is breathing, the rest you will attain as you wander about the world where the sky is purple and the grass blue.
The hustle and bustle of the obliged sleepless world around you ceases, the only thing creeping around the streets is the cryptic moonlight (you hope),
Not a care in the world; all that matters is you breathing and perhaps infinitely dreaming,
Only until your alarm awakens you to the painful solidity of the following day.
Because piss, it's Monday morning again.