Picking petals off English daisies

Never felt this lazy

Sitting beneath autumn-colored trees

The view is shady

Watching friends frolic, dogs crashing into piled leaves

My mind is hazy

Dazed with thoughts of living this reverie daily

 

In a time that feels long past

Remember trapped under lights dim

Skin alabast

No sun shines here

The late hour strikes at last

Yet work continues at half past

Work work work work work work work

Forever stick-wacked, time-tracked

Mice felt more freedom

Then my stupid ass

Did I make the right choice then

Thought it was a gift well-wrapped

Found out to late it was booby-trapped

Eyes wide open for a con long enacted

 

See him wiping water off the boat’s bow

Sweat on my brows

We’re drinking at that five o’clock hour

My limbs sinewed, empowered

No memories stronger than the present now

 

I worked towards an evergreen dream

Revealed itself to be an empty scroll

I gave in to a quitter’s low esteem

Paid too much in silver sheen

To pay the bridge troll’s hefty toll

Now I’ve adjusted to this fantasy

Living life the way I’m told it should be

Drenched in orange, red, golden hue

A lazy smile, attraction blooms

I’ve grown a new

Appreciation for this mellow tune

 

Candlewicks a stub, I burned too long

Choked on the smoke in my lungs

Now I listen to the earth’s song

Try to develop green thumbs

Row oars until my arms are numb

Live until I at last succumb