Waking up from confusion and inertia
In harried dreams, I am hurried,
no time to mull over my mistakes.
Moaning about them comes to no good,
as if I’m hankering for a handout.
I am only weary, and praying
for a way out
before the dust settles,
and pronto.
Oh, to walk upon the sand
under the sun,
instead of being pent up
with the bedbugs in my wake.
Waking up
from confusion
and inertia
I resurface
No need to hurry
No need to worry
No need to suffer
All that I have is sufficient
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