Forced Convalescence

Forced convalescence and bed rest
 Staring contest
 With the ceiling and my feet
 Was momentarily conscious
 Of the backflips
 I've been doing in my sleep
 I'm not afraid of the future
 Have to suffer and repeat
 I tend to agree
 What happens will be
 Pain of my own making
 Cut short by eternity
 Now I've recovered completely
 Life is easy
 Hula-hooping 'round the sun
 The calendar's little boxes
 All these presents
 Get to open every one
 I'll be prepared for the winter
 And the summer
 And beyond
 Just keep tagging along
 'Til the feeling is gone
 Amazed by the haystack
 Needle to oblivion
 In a daze
 In the doorway
 I stood crying for what was
 In a trance
 In a taxi
 Just keep driving, please don't stop
 Out of the neighborhood, the multiverse
 Iron and rust
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 Went out of town for the weekend
 With my children
 Built sandcastles in the sun
 Catastrophizing my birthday
 Turning forty
 Ending up like everyone
 There's no escaping the housework
 Or the bank clerk
 Or the priest
 They're waiting for me
 In my Egyptian sheets
 The Seroquel's working
 It's fighting my fantasies
 In the dark
 At a distance
 I see everything at once
 Feel the wind
 Through the window
 And I'm overcome with love
 Inter-dimensional, no obstacles
 Mountains and dust