Sonnet 1

Many days begin alone and awake,
Sweeping the mind of last night’s dream debris.
But soon light through yonder window does break,
And darkness does leave the lonesome man be.
  
But freedom ne’er comes from leaving a bed:
Hygiene and schedules are shackles fit snug.
True power is to lay and stay instead,
Commitment begins with feet on the rug.
  
Yet woe men who dare not leave their duvet:
Lacking water and food they soon dry up,
And thus obligations enter the fray,
Luring out the mighty with plate and cup.
  
So long as man has need to eat or drink,
He’ll stir from bed without freedom to think.