An idle mind wandering,
Into the empty cavern of reasons.
And a silly heart searching,
For some non-existent happy beats.
A pair of burning eyes,
Wanting to rest and close down.
And a flurry of optimistic thoughts,
Believe they can then live a dream.
My not so heavy body,
Saying, "work up, I need to be fit".
And a weak pair of legs,
Naturally longing for a little peace.
An overly lazy boy,
More interested in just remaining still.
And a hopelessly poetic soul,
In a misconception that it can write.
P.S. - I think I'll sleep now.