Afternoon World Poem by Daniel Bowyer

My mind is alive but my eyes are dead
My body could move, but why

Mother tries to sturr me, it is 1 o clock she says
But 1 o clock is a number of irrelivance
Nothing to get up for or a reason to react

I turn my back on it all and wish the sleep would bring me a reason
Maybe a vision of grandure that I may leap up from my nest
And find a star to reach for, or a passion to persue
But my sleep is deep and brings me nothing

I'll get up, only to serve no purpose in another place