night

Energy is on my mind, as slowly I recline,
Trying to separate the business of the day, with the way I now unwind,
Holding fast to past glory,
Reflecting on my story,
The path behind, now before me,
Eternity heading toward me.
If only the hour held more minutes,
If the day's constraints were less definite.
Then the release of tension would be more eminent,
A nap is what's really needed,
Just a little....no, a long nap.