May 1, 2014


Since I'm not going
to work anymore,
days flow one 
into another, 
each so alike
its twin brother, 
I can no longer 
tell them apart.

They conspire 
to trick me, 
full of cruel,
childish pranks:
where have I left 
my keys this time,
how have I become 
such an old fool,  
with only lost years
to thank?

Still, I awaken
the astonished traveler
returned safe in my bed
from even the most 
exotic dreams;
days have become 
so much the same
only night beckons now,
it seems.