Time and pain are related
|Not so unlikely cousins, time and anguish,
One of which there's not enough and the other
In abundance. If I could I would
Chose to hibernate, to sleep away
The pain and steal for life another day.
I would cling like the dew forming
Drops to fall from petals at my leisure,
Denying morning's regimented haste
To press the scheme of day, and rather bask
Contentedly, defiant of the dawning's task.
I would seek to lie in restful slumber
If it portrayed in glimpse eternal rapture
Free of tedium, binding the eagle's flight
With constraints only the heavens endow,
Free to soar wherever dreams allow.