Meditation

Oh the pain, the woe, the suffering
gnawing at me like termites
exposing my warm winter coat
to the outside darkness

Wrapped in a little cocoon
a blanket of emptiness and fatigue
slamming down like a rock
shunning me to the pits of sleep

Little twinkling stars
shoot across the sky
Quick make a wish!
and hope you wish wisely

Reality comes with a slap
and a yell the day is young
great burden comes once again
supervising our ultimate destruction