I wake each day and start my life anew,
And graze as one new-risen from the dead;
To gather all the clothing that I threw,
Upon the furniture around my bed.
My vision’s not as focused as it seems,
I grope for things as if my eyes were blind.
My mind has yet to leave the path of dreams,
Still reticent to leave that world behind.
Shaking head and hands and groaning loudly,
I struggle to achieve my waking state.
Somehow on my feet, I’m standing proudly,
Then see my watch and realize I’m late!
I let it pass, and choose a path sublime:
Remain a lost speck in the eye of time.
Mick McKellar
October 2014
Sometimes, it’s just better to go with the flow.
Mick
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