Why is it that every night I change into my pajamas Only to remove them Ten minutes later As I climb into bed In my undergarments?
I reckon it is the routine That calms me from my day, Shedding the skin of One day to embrace another. It is the preparation For my seven hour
Sabbath where I rest From my seventeen hours Of work, play, and relationships - Responsibilities that keep me Too busy to take a moment And enjoy the skin I live in.
So each night, I must shed that skin In reflection of the day That is now gone, And rest as I prepare Myself for another day.
Another day of busyness, Another day of striving, Another day of trying my best To be the man you have Created me to be... To embrace who I am In every waking moment.