Hey, comfortable, go to sleep
Promise tomorrow then forget
And I’ll pretend waiting for you isn’t hard
I’ll lay here and check my wishes’ tickets
Some aren’t authorized anymore.
Maybe I can’t sleep
Because you can without urgency
And the best solution is to get past what I want
Toss a few twigs once in a while
Pretend I’m content behind a fabricated smile
Stay on the shore but never drift
Turning my old stove dials down.
Holler at my pen again
Contain my innermost thunderstorms, my wind
Turn my head away
Write my dissatisfaction waves pages below
Fertilize maturity watching contentment in and out of abundance grow.