While My Ambition Slept - A Poem by J.A. McCormick

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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.