Back Strokes and Tired Eyes.
Sleep... is a pool.
In Spring, you open your eyes to new life and some already
accomplished swimmer helps you to test your toes, in brief intervals.
(nap, nap, and more naps...)
On the summer days of teenage youth, you can lounge all day,
swimming laps in dreams and diving to the bottom of your soul.
(up all night... sleep all day...)
When Autumn comes, you try to capture the same lung capacity
for holding your breath in your youth, to no avail.
(dark circles and rush hour traffic...)
And in the dark winter days, when you are ailing, you can't go in for any length of time,
just dip the fingers for a freeze which is hardly refreshing.
(and thus the cycle of nap, nap and more naps concludes...)
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