Reluctance

Sleepy, and tired, and contentedly unadmired.
I'd rather not take the dead, shallow leap back,
Back to routine, the sweat-inducing sun,
Or the cold concrete floor on which I rest my head.
I want to be here, left alone, free, silent,
Sweet Dr. Pepper lingering mouthwise,
And oh the worthless yawns, oh the sleepy eyes,
And the mystics who clutter this coffee table,
And sore muscles intertwined with happiness.
This is newness, this is bliss,
But the higher I keeps calling,
And I must follow, diligent,
Or a shadow casts its frown
On everything,
Everything.