sleep is not rejuvinating.
It is merely a break.
Our schedules have become god.
Living under its laws, commands, edicts.
A calendar has become a checklist
our lives degrated to a mere slight of the hand
in a way that marks something as "done"
completing task after task after task
practice after practice after practice
essay after essay after essay
meeting after meeting after meeting.
An age that would see a rabbit made of the sky's cotton
now knows differently.
That is no rabbit
a cumulonimbus, stratus, cirrus.
The rabbit has been beaten out.
Not enough time for him in the day.
because in this day it is go go go
the glorification of busy.