Unsown

Hazey thoughts occupy head, just need to wake up

Lazy absent-minded slof of the same day-to-day thread

Efforts that are spoken of have been made up

Just in effort to convince there's more than to lay in bed

Stalling further from the mark, just need to shape up

Falling when reaching for ends dangling just above the head

Fear, to lose those things so dear

And in each passing year

Honing senses so drear

Fear of living life unsown