AS IT IS NOW.

I would rather be reclined but I find
It difficult as I am now.
I could do most anything but ignore
The refrain as it is announced.
I should lay back on the bed but I’m
Glued to the news and can’t be unbound.

Isn’t it obvious to see that the
Reflection on the glass comes from the sky.
What’s that, I can’t hear you right,
Are you calling me a liar as it fades out.
Don’t raise other points with me,
Whether you wish to stay or turn down the bed.

Candles tend to burn away and are
Looking to redress all that they can.
People often live with pain but are simple
Or extreme descending the stairs.
Skylights will offer more than roofs
But will seldom affect the feelings inside.

Sinking quickly in the wild is a signal
To us all that the sand is no good.
Choking only on your food will
Reflect upon the cook, who didn’t make mine.
Sending sounds out of your mouth is as
Easy as before so why struggle for words?

And I would rather love you now as the
Scenery is real and hopes to remain.
Some things tend to stick around as the
Weather is unwinding outside the door;
Hearing feet descend the stairs
As I fall back to bed holding my own.