The evening came,
and in the lengthening shadows of leaves
readying to rest,
the day had felt wasted,
and life-
a little desolate.
All day,
the monkey brain somersaulted
from branch to branch
searching for something
it could not quite, recall.
In the end,
all that wandering was
just a random walk,
it led nowhere
different from the present..
Tomorrow,
with a good chance
of repeating it all again,
it would be a hard to step
out of bed.