Days

Days

Woke up this morning at eight.
Steady mind, clear as the mirrored lake,
I am rich in health, though not without chains.
Today, today! I am blessed to be awake.

Surely my poise and stance, create quite a sight,
Especially so, when I keep it from morning to five past midnight.
Traffic and skyscrapers, computers, decorum and blazers.

Wake up every morning at seven forty-seven.
Cluttered mind in my sleep I wake
- dreams of my past life, to what I had accomplished this time;
Tomorrow and next year, I fear with passion and need them to stay.

Tonight I will shake,
The worry of not seeing today and yesterday.
My sake.