When my vision feels blurry
My mind is got slurry
Grammar is damaged
Transitions not clam hinged
It's just about time
To lay my head down
Curl up for a minute
Rest and rearrange
For twenty minutes
Or only fifteen
A nap does no damage
It only brain cleans
Some fear them false
Like dislikers of cats
But I hear their calls
And lay up like bats
Often it's on
The afternoon sun
I float up to home
Wherever I run
Farcical chases
The dog's not bone
When I sleep daytime
My brain's on its throne
Lock me away
For just a handful
Solitary play
Unconsciously candled
Roman Ryan 