My eyelids grow heavy alongside the clouds
Sleep awaiting me as it falls dreamside
The gentle window-tapping drowning out the world
That is oblivious to the way days ask us to rest
Inspire Innovate Improve.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Blossom. Re-blossom. Keep doing it.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"