J-Patt's Blog

With a blind and hapless form of grace,

                                    You hit the hay.

With an odd and laughable gait,

                                    You rest your wings for the night.

With head-over-hands, looking up at the ceiling,

                                    You catch some Z’s.

Looking at a picture of what was, that is sitting on your bureau,

                                    You imagine what will be.

That’s what dreamers do best.

When you fluff up your pillow for the night,

                                    Do as dreamers do.

-Justin Patterson