I should be sleeping.
Instead of worrying.
Instead of longing.
Instead of wishing to simply slip over into greener pastures
and bluer skies.
I should be resting.
Healing.
Preparing.
Making ready for that moment things change for the better.
I should be here, now.
In this moment, I should plant myself.
Firmly.
And with conviction.
Moments are passing,
which won't return.
I should be present and mindful.
Not weakened by distraction.
But I keep racing into the future.
To manicured hillsides
and unruly curls.
How will I ever get there if I'm not here first?
I should be sleeping.
I will go now, deeply.
And leave the future to my dreams.
