Sleeping In
Waking up and sleeping in,
Standing tall and crawling away,
It is a paradox,
That leaves me perplexed,
Perturbed and permeates,
The lack of consistency,
That life is known for,
I stand in glory,
I stand in happiness,
I walk in truth and fear no news,
Of what it can,
And cannot be,
Because it is all my work,
It is all my strength,
It can be done,
And will be in the past.