I awaken from sleep
...without any reason
to get up out of bed
Why should I?
It's cold out there
...the economy's bad
...money's tight
lips are loose
and love's a parody
The 'same thing, different day'
sounds rehearsed in mirrors
...and days don't seem different
...and neither do colors for that matter
I awaken from sleep
...without any reason
to get up out of bed
Why should I?
When my world is my bed
...where I always feel warm
...where my dreams are fulfilled
...where my Arizona Sunrise
is always shining bright
Why would I leave?
You're here my dear
...and besides
...you won't let go of me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you slugabed, you. Michael, as long as you're up in time to cast your vote in the election! keep on, sjg~~