🐳 Hemingway 👴
For forty four minutes today I napped Dreamless, divine, sweet and deep I forget this occasionally: Control is a futility, in matters of sleep Elastic is the mind but oh it snapped Might give into the shortlived weep Then it is easy to accept resolutely: Climbing's hard, when the hill is steep My joints jolt, the ones that are capped But the knee can do with some upkeep With this I continue my sprint strongly: Keep moving, or become a scrap heap Potential isn't missing, but untapped Examine inwards and be ready to leap The point I must propose pressingly: With direction, what is sown can reap My words lay vulnerable; unwrapped Seeking validation, I risk a peep But then I epiphanize suddenly: What I have, is what I choose to keep