🐳 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