I love the cozy middle…

I love the cozy middle…
Here I chill, curl up and forget…
Quickly I find the exact balance…
And fall into a fat, numb, sleep.

For me, this is the gate of the blessed…
I’m no longer an intruder in this world…
I see the universe and understand that it all belongs to me…
And thank the sheep for giving me her wool.

It is best with a crackling fireplace…
Now, I feel myself untwisting…
There is so much more here than intellectual value…
With each breath, I get younger and younger.

Oh no!

There is a problem; a big problem!
My butler begins to stir…
He drops me on the floor with a thud…
Yep, there is no such thing as a constant condition.

Angry, I wander to my dish and start shoveling in calories…
Now, I’m just a Pygmy in the midst of giants…
Doesn’t he understand that I need to be constantly wrapped and cuddled…
Stupid, stupid, butler.

I love you,

Annie