Sleepwalk

When people ask us
To take advantage
Of our day off
Do they know
What we do?
In a somnambulistic
Movement
Or even
If it is a day off
Is it not a day off
When it’s
A day off!
I’m a day off
And a penny short
I am instantly upset
What is an effort?
What is insufficient?
When is it enough?
When do we make love?
Does it seem like
We are stagnant
Doing nothing?
Trying also
With a lot of things
Humbled
Left to flourish,
From the seed
Hoping that a
Good thing finds
Its path to the surface
Maybe like some
People visualize
Their children
Growing up
Although my questions
Do not see humans
Like productive achievements
Of course their efforts
Let them become
More than enough
A treasure for everything
Delicious or dying
Key moments that
Escape us on our feet
To get out of it dreaming
Only when we’re
Sleepwalking
Trapped in a life
That begs us
To keep going the
Same way
One foot in front
Of the other
Why not believe in dreams
And fortune tellers

© GÄ