Rest

In the middle of the afternoon
Time slows to almost still
With tired arms and lazy feet
That defy the challenge of walking

So instead of going off
Into a lively afternoon
Bodies sit and people slump
With a feel of almost dozing

But clocks are ticking
And night is falling
Events are starting and Night is blossoming
So persons are decided to wake up

Where life is happening
People are gathering
Drinks are drunk and Laughs are laughed
Where tiredness becomes justified

So sleep can come on righteously
Without that feelings of unaccomplishment
Nothing was ventured and Nothing was gained.
But lies in the evening are easier than naps in the afternoon.