While my ambition slept,
I dreamt of a world Where naps were allowed. In my dream, I met the secret side Of CEOs And Entrepreneurs, The side they hide From themselves. And there They were just as lazy as I, Lazy enough to see the sky, To feel the breeze, To take a ride With the windows down In the middle of the afternoon Without a thought Of the bottom line Nor even a concern For what they'd eat For dinner that night Or the next. In my lazy world, The poets were praised For their ability To create so much From lazy days. But I had no time for pride That was too much work For this head of mine. And so I slept the day away, A nap within a nap. Shhh........ You'll wake that grind of mine. Let him sleep. He's mighty tired. He needs a little sleepy time. A month will do, Or perhaps an age. Wake him when The sun don't shine For after that belated rest He'll raise the cosmos From its nest With all his cock and crow. Until then, We'll sleep away And tell you all To hit the hay. Now take nap, It's ok. Forget about Those bills not paid. And slumber high Beyond the moon. Where the sleepy wood fife Plays a tune Only for ambitious souls Who now must rest God only knows How long. And do not worry It's allowed.
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