In the advent of what is cracking,

I know it matters not,

My body feels so heavy,

Like a plane that sags and sways,

I keep ignoring it,

And the fear keeps expanding,

A new day and the pain has reduced,

Alot is to pending but I take it in,

That rest was all I needed,

It made me happy too,

Lying here without the strength,

So confused and wondering why,

It is good to know thyself,

To think of oneself,

Blue it is,

An expression of the calm,

I left that concert floor,

And met the most absurd of folks,

My therapy in all seasons,

That life brings to test and to acquit me,

Remember it is all for a season,

All for a lesson,

A healthy appetite is all I ask,

To do all things I can think of,

This day has ended well,

I look forward to the weekend,

Waking up is an art and skill,

To disengage from the wonderful rest,

Love looks at me with pain,

I wonder what I did to it,

I sit here and wonder,

How I reached here,

This extreme rest day,

Leaves me more dead than alive,

I look up and see myself,

Wondering why I stand alone,

I'll contradict myself and wonder out loud,

What interesting things make up this life,