A Leisurely Day

The day refuses to tire,

My heart declines being awake, 

Struck between these paradoxes, 

I wile my day away..

Opening my eyes to the ceiling view, 

I contemplate the importance of the day,

It's not worth it, I try convincing myself, 

I lose this game every day.

I don the crisp rosy shirt, 

And sport those pants that make my hips look great,

And then I Grace my face, with the mask,

Yes the very same, that smiles at you day after day.

Yawning, gazing, staring at the screen, 

I pass through the same old spam emails,

I congratulate Susan for getting engaged, 

And act like I care when Erica tells me about her sick pet. 

As the skies darken, I smile in glee, 

This is my time, my time to be ,

I prance my way to home, 

As energised as in the morning I should be. 

I slip into my favorite pajamas, 

And slide into my blanket sheets,

And as I lay on that velvet bed,

I spy, I spy, a glorious dream..

....I'm walking the amazon forest, 

Where I can hear the birds twittering,

I'm on the beaches of Spain, 

Where the sun gleams, 

I'm dancing barefoot on earth's floor, 

In the snow mountains of Kashmir, 

I'm devouring an entire pizza by myself, 

In a tiny cafe in Italy.

Just then I hear a sound, 

It's shrill tone sends a chill down my spine, 

I toss and turn in my bed, 

Until I realise it's time...

..to snooze the button, 

And to open my eyes to the ceiling view, 

And contemplate whether it's worth it 

To wile another day through.