Sometimes I wish I could sleep the day way
dream long and comfortable, wonderful bliss.
Sometimes I wish I could let go of edge,
gather, layer and feather my happy gone thoughts
to pile and ponder and meander right through.
Yet this journey I'm stuck in, my feet placed in time
won't budge from their station despite my incline.
So bravely, little soldier peel your mind from the sky,
polish your boots and your buckles the next mission is nigh.
Step out more firmly on the detour called time.
One day not long now you'll look back on
the trenches and warfare each day's by and by,
while peace feeds your soul and 'neath joy you recline.
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