With a Hazy Life

It's not good to stay in one place,

At least not for long,

For set only is your gaze

Upon certain relevant wrongs...

All is hazy.

You grow stale and introvert,

You can't see past your own hurt,

There is too much trapped business,

So much built up stress,

It all needs to be blown away,

By two days or more,

From slumber in a soothing breeze,

Skips along a moor,

Or climbing up a willow tree-

Just rest and smile,

Forget your troubles for awhile,

Make a dream of a memory,

Then your mind will smile blissfully for home.