the wake up call to rest

 “Can we get free…”

(wild write to Crime in Stereo's "Republica")

Can we get free...

These legs, every muscle ache, these chains we carry-

In the morning, sprawled starfish spread eagle, wanting,

 nothing more than a good night's rest

Crescent moon cradle rocks these legs awake, 

sleep but a timeless dream we’re savin’ up to afford

If only time spent doing, did not tease the promise of security.

These legs woke up protesting the endless act of being.

Day after / day after, until one day-

The message traveled up nerves twitching to eardrums,

which rang the call to wake up.

Wake up to the insatiable need for rest.