To Lie In Bed

To lie in bed

Listening to the beat of my heart
As the hours progress,
As scattered clouds rejoin, become formidable,
The wandering rocks
Of memory quietly coming
Together at long last;
Was this me, these fragments?
It took so long,
Like a million lifetimes
To be finally coalescent,
To let me say
That what I really wanted
Before this world’s termination
Would be to lie in bed,
To comprehend every ridiculous contradiction
With which I have needlessly been confronted,
To put aside this overwhelmingly comfortable state.
It is like baking a cake,
Pouring in the yeast and the fervor
To get a rise
That the universe will appreciate,
Yet wondering
Like some stupid chicken
Whether it is worth the trouble
To cross the road.