|"Migrant Workers Sleep Under A Tree" by Joel Boh from Flickr|
Occasionally I sleep the day gone by
Comfortably under the bed sheets and try
To dream of a different day so soon
When the sun's disc falls to the moon.
Like Rip Van Winkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are?
Up above in the sky so high
Like a diamond in the night sky.
They say that occasionally a genius is born
From underneath an apple tree,
And I can't argue that this is to be,
For all the genius comes from this earth
In the roots of an eternal birth.
So occasionally I sleep the day gone by
But alas who hasn't from time to time.
Question for the Reader: "What do you do occasionally?"