All this sleep has made me docile.
Laying here can’t get my fill.
Less is more and slow is good.
A day off to veg and chill.
There are things I feel I must do.
Some apologies I should send.
Someone’s feelings I did crush.
Though never meaning to offend.
The day is young and chances good.
That they won’t be the last.
They have these things they bring along.
They dredge up from the past.