Thursday, 1 November 2012

While Sleeping Dogs Lie.

The sun’s not up yet,
So why am I?
Here I am out and about,
While sleeping dogs still lie.

I see the tired faces,
Of the people who pass me by,
Sipping coffee from their thermal cups,
Wishing they were the sleeping dogs that still lie.

Through the deserted mall,
Voices echo from up high,
The working day has begun,
As sleeping dogs still lie.

So here am I,
One of the early birds that fly,
Out catching this worm called life,
While the sleeping dogs still lie.