A Speculation


I sleep in the afternoons,
a habit hard to overcome.

The siesta offers me a refreshment
which I could never define.

The health tips criticize to the practice
I can never quit.

As years advance a
my time has lengthened.

I relax before and after lunch.
A visible experience,
much to disturb.

I doze off reading a novel,
fall asleep while working
slide into slumber
while travelling.

Is it an element of concern?
I Google.

While browsing the eyes close
the fingers  trace letters, form words.
the writings make no sense.

I give up my efforts
sleep when and why
I do not realize.

The way I live my days .
How many years more?

I speculate.