A little folding, a little slumber
So destruction befalls us
A little carelessness, a little forgetfulness
So retardation creeps into our lives
Yes, Rest is a requisite in our world of utmost chaos and instability.
In the same way,
Its exuberance begets failures, weakness, and waywardness...
Regrets of actions and inactions Are more deadly than sedatives.
Here, hope and prayer becomes an opium
Life is lived entirely on beliefs of finer pastures ahead...
Without solid shreds of evidence of how things will turn.
Such a life, more miserable than death itself...
After it all, that's how a midget seed of regret burns a whole forest of hope and goodwill.
Just a little folding and a little slumber brings us eventually here...

© Dheri Jhoyce