Late Night Ramblings
Chase the sleep from my eyes
While inhaling the tired and toxic fumes
Of my wake up call poured black
Into the bottomless pit of the white ceramics.
I have come undone
With thinking the thoughts of lost temptations
Tempting a revival of familiarity
And consciousness.
What has happened to the lazy haze of
Infinite possibilities?
Maybe they were lost in the mean procession
Of time and obligations set forth to rule
The kingdoms of our
Purple mountain's majesty.
Because this is the land of the free
With the freedom to do what has to be done
And the lack of motivation to do more
Than what needs to be done.