The possibilities are endless
when first I do awake.
I lay in bed planning
of how the day I’ll take.
Time continues down it’s path
taking its normal course.
Yet, here I am, still in bed
not taking my world by force.
My plan I have adjusted
no longer can I do
all that I had thought of
nor what I wanted to.
In my bed I continue to linger
time no longer my friend
All the time I’ve wasted
just missed opportunities in the end.
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