Versions of Living

1.

I don't make a fuss
I sleep,
tried and true.
I don't move
until the hunger rouses me.

I always hate going out
while the people spin around me.
I look at my watch,
waiting for the time to end
so I can return to sleeping.

Mine is the strategy of dogs
enjoying life through breath
and daydream.



2.

I lie that I sleep
so I won't make a fuss.

I lie about the tranquility
when I lay not moving
until hunger rouses me.

I falsify my hatred of going out to
watch the people dancing around me.
I pretend to look at my watch,
as if waiting for time to end.
I lie about wishing to return to reverie.

Mine is the strategy of domesticated dogs,
not making a fuss.

I lie about enjoying life through breath
and daydream.