Lullaby

So what is a good day, then?
With sun and weather clear
No ill-will or malaise
But only good.
Good by the nightfall.

And how will I, then, make one?
Making a good day, I
Find little guidance or perpetuation.
But Socrates, in Plato’s lips
Whispers to me, “Examine!”

And peaceful bed greets peaceful thoughts
So do I dare unwind my my heart?
I guess I’ll try
As I drift away
And find, again
A perfect day.
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