You,
like a baby, sit
hands resting upon your lap
head drooping forward on your chin
small snores escaping your nose
occasional twitching as nerves relax
You drift off to sleep
with the ease of a loved child
having finished his last feed of the night
nestled into his Mothers breast.
I,
like a restless child, flit
through new ideas, unable to nap
myriads of thoughts the size of pins
take over and try to impose
ability to control them fallen lax
Excited, they jump and leap.
some may call them wild
for me they’re a mere delight
creating answers to my life’s quest.
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