I work so much.
Every day, I have to push him out of bed
myself. It's hard, y'know?
It always has been.
He goes back to sleep in the morning,
but if he misses the bus because of his indolence,
it's me who has to pay for it, though I didn't do a thing.
Always have to be mobile, in perpetual movement.
Discarded, forgotten, left to dangle over cliffs,
over playground platforms, over air, or nothing at all.
I wish you didn't have one day,
so then for once, I'd be in pure bliss.