Don’t know what I was trying to do with this one.
I’m happy with the result, though I feel it could be much longer. I think I may have tried to cram too much into too little.
I hope you enjoy.
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Leaning back, my eyes closed
To relax am predisposed
In a drift I choose to float
As though it were a winter coat
To let go of the day’s ire
Is that of which I seldom tire
It leaves the background ambience
During my state of transience
Soon enough I must resume
Tasks I have, and all too soon
For rest is only just enough
As tasks finely call my bluff.
Stupidity Hole 