A Poem About Relaxing

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.

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.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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