Lazy

Sometimes
I'm not ready for the ride
these words want to take me on
But I have no fight for their pull
so I throw my pajamas in the hamper
and leave my pillows' lull
 for the bustling streets


I don't want to scream shotgun
into the air
and run from the ricochet
I just want to be in bed
 with the dimming day
but time keeps tossing and turning
so I write anyway

But I try not to let the words know
that even though
 I crave silence
and dread their shout
I'm grateful for them
forcing me out.