Sleep

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I prefer to sleep.

I lie soundly in my bed

My nightly dreams not lead by sheep.

 

Braver souls trudge through sleet and snow,

Living lives I'll never know.

I am wrapped in comfort

Shards of sunshine streaming through the window.

 

My life is lived in leisure,

Stippled with stress and dollops of pleasure.

I have not realized real terror

Or had a true triumph by which to measure.

 

I stay on the shallow side and avoid the deep,

The curtains closed against sunset's creep.

I know so little of life

And I tell myself I prefer to sleep.

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