Just use me as a tarp,
for I am the flattest balloon
right now, a heap of boneless
skin (which if you know me
is the worst kind of status)
on the floor of my work space.

Where did all that pep vanish
to? I had reserves to spare
for it was a three day weekend
so I even missed a journey!
Gone, in a single day, my
eyes refuse to open, my arms
weighted by my side.

I am a puddle of emotion to
match the puddle of being,
just splayed all over the floor.
What can I possibly do with
this lack of personal time?
For sleep is a waste, and this
tunnel endlessly stretches.