by Nick Gisburne
I watch the sunrise drift beyond the dawn
There is no peace so heavenly as this
A state of sweet serenity is born
A lazy day of unrelenting bliss
The pace of change is perfect: slow to none
No task may tear my thoughts away from sleep
No burden, nothing waiting to be done
A sea of lazy daydreams, warm and deep
I think I may be here for quite a while
I cannot find the will to move at all
If laziness is coming into style
It seems I am completely in its thrall
Perhaps these lazy feelings fill my head
Because they must remind me I am dead
