The Process

a day begins as dawn creeps by
new lives begin, our old ones die
the sun is bright I'm not prepared
the bed's still warm, my mind's still worn

a day begins, it's afternoon
I have to move, my day starts soon
so much to do, so hard to start
I don't leave here, this comfy chair

the evening comes, the sun drifts down
I've missed the day, I've made no sound
it's much to late to start my day
my chair leans back, it's time to slack

the night is here, the day is done
I met no goals, there's nothing won
a month could pass, I would not know
my time is lost, my life it cost

lifelesspoet

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