The twenty four hour clock keeps ticking.
Along with it I keep running.
Morning opens my eyes with a promise of a new day.
I meditate to the tune of the morning noise, to bring peace to my mind.
Afternoon bright and sunny calls for a heavy and hearty lunch.
Evening time is the sweet tea time, never do I miss.
Night time brings relief and rest as I jump to bed to rest.
The twenty four hour clock still ticking.
I keep sleeping; I keep dreaming.
Tomorrow will be again another day, another story.
Perhaps, with a little twist but somethings I will not miss.