Lying on the rooftop watching the blue sky
I tug you close, shielding from the blazing sun
Sometimes I sleep curled like a fetus in the sty
my days busily spent dreaming a lazy fun
Watching the cloud draw strange patterns
The many familiar faces hastily carved to ascribe
I lazily refuse to recognize, in turn
continue dreaming of a life in a faraway tribe
At times the sudden outpour drenches me with soaking rain
wickedly inviting to a wild lightening thunder dance
I refuse to indulge and lazily refrain
dreaming of nothing but ways to another blunder romance
Sometimes standing at the street corner in trance
talking of everything with loud laugh and bray
I feel elated solving innumerable world problems in advance
happily reward myself with sleep for the rest of the day
Other times, I wake up with memories from distant past
leaving me confused in amazement and joy
The days zig and zag going nowhere blast
while lazy remains etched in me like a favorite toy
Driving today in my busy life
I peer at the snow capped mountains far away
nostalgically pining for those lazy irresponsible days
I pause to imbibe the moment before driving away