In the middle of the night,
When I’m struggling with sleep,
I come up with many plans
That I know I’ll never keep.
I’ll replace the sagging couch,
Sand and buff the parquet floors,
Get new valances and shades,
Paint the ceilings, walls and doors.
Add A/C where there is none,
Trade the bunk beds for a queen,
Go through closets, drawers and shelves
Like it’s part of my routine.
As I toss and turn and think,
With a vow to make each change,
I’m aware that what I’m planning
Doesn’t seem so very strange.
But as soon as I awake,
My resolve, a tiny flame,
Fizzles out and so my world
Stays unstylishly the same.
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