I long to loose track of time,
To wake and fill my mornings with food and movement.
To find company in the afternoon,
Read, work or simply chat,
lounging afloat the lazy river of time.
Looking up, wine in hand,
At the cherry blush setting sky,
Bemused in wonderment just how easily a day can go by.
Scrubbed clean mind, body, and soul,
To climb in with a book and welcome
The sweet dreams with open arms.
Swaddled warm and delivered,
into the realm of peace.

Instead I get to greet every second of every day,
With the unbearable sting of frayed nerves, plucked.
Sour of mouth, and heavy of head.
The apathetic march of time feels like a menacing countdown.
Unable to live in the past, present or future,
Not a moment goes by without my searing awareness,
That tomorrow cannot be stoped.
Night fall is nigh.
The afternoon oozed dreadful musings.
And the morning unproductively lost to self medication.