Forced Convalescence

Forced convalescence and bed rest Staring contest With the ceiling and my feet Was momentarily conscious Of the backflips I've been doing in my sleep I'm not afraid of the future Have to suffer and repeat I tend to agree What happens will be Pain of my own making Cut short by eternity Now I've recovered completely Life is easy Hula-hooping 'round the sun The calendar's little boxes All these presents Get to open every one I'll be prepared for the winter And the summer And beyond Just keep tagging along 'Til the feeling is gone Amazed by the haystack Needle to oblivion In a daze In the doorway I stood crying for what was In a trance In a taxi Just keep driving, please don't stop Out of the neighborhood, the multiverse Iron and rust Went out of town for the weekend With my children Built sandcastles in the sun Catastrophizing my birthday Turning forty Ending up like everyone There's no escaping the housework Or the bank clerk Or the priest They're waiting for me In my Egyptian sheets The Seroquel's working It's fighting my fantasies In the dark At a distance I see everything at once Feel the wind Through the window And I'm overcome with love Inter-dimensional, no obstacles Mountains and dust