12 Hour Slumber
12 hour slumber, you make me wonder
Where all the time went as 6 PM rolls by
Rested, tested, and aware, still glued to my chair, I stare
Through a tinted window into a chilly fall sunset past.
What will tonight bring? It’s breakfast time.
I dream about things.
Sleeping on the floor in someone’s living room, they appear irritated at my way
And even though I stay, I feel a familiar burden on a now distant friend
These sighs of twilight bright, lit dreams of fireflies into the night
Once more, as 6 PM rolls by
And I wonder
What’s for breakfast
And what will I do next.