To get out of my head, 
I climb into my bed,
I’ve read that instead,
I should…  

Take a walk and smell the roses,
Breathe and bend in yoga poses,
Journal out that childhood trauma,
Find a farm and pet a llama,
Perform an act that’s altruistic,
Chant Sanskrit like a mystic.

But each requires,
Either focus, pants, or map,
So I’ll just grab my cat,
And take a nap.