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A Late Start
Better Late Than Never
I lay in a deep sleep
Forgetting everything and everyone I know
With my pillow over my head
My eyes shielded by the light
All I want to do is dream of a time that all I do is sleep
When I am so relaxed and peaceful
So in the moment to feel so refreshed just to lay and do nothing
When the working world has been in full swing for many hours
I am so happy to be in one spot
The same spot eight hours before
I can hear a distant sound unfamiliar yet common
One I should know
I am in a fog but the strange sounds soon stops
Ah I can once again rest
Then the aggrivating noise is back like a pain in my rear end
This time the beautiful world that surrounds me slowly begins to fade
Stop where are you going I silently ask ?
It is time for other things
What do you mean ?
All I hear is silence
I do not understand ?
Still only silence in return
Tell me again I still can't hear you ?
This time I am insistant and I keep asking
What do you mean ?
You will know and now I must go
I hear the noise now it is more distinct than ever
It has become clear the sound is the phone ringing
I rush up and not thinking almost trip
I catch my balance in an angry voice I say hello
Just calling to see if you are up ?
I am up now
O.k. I am on my way home
O.k. I will see you when you get home as I slur my words together
Now I wonder where am I ?
Now I wonder where was I ?
The time is almost noon
I am groggy as if I had a few too many the night before
Dry mouth and eyes still shut
I slowly walk my body through the motions
I slowly make the bed so I don't go back in
Off to a slow start looking for any thought
As if they were all lost and wandering around the streets without me
Now I know what it is like to have a day skip me and leave me all alone
In a world that is so different than the one that I currently live
I have returned to reach out and find a new way to give