I slept on the opposite side of my bed last night,
to prove myself that I'm not afraid of change.
Came the start of another morning,
I felt accomplished to still be alive. Better yet, alive and rested.
Ironically it seems, that as I stood up--my bed fell apart, literally.
A few inches away from my feet, in front of my face,
the delicate wooden covert took its last toll and collapsed.
All I'm left with now is a box spring and a mattress,
but man oh man does it feel good.
I survived the crashing start of a changing day,
and that dear listener, feels good.
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