Wile My Ambition Slept

While my ambition slept,I dreamt of a world Where naps were allowed.In my dream,I met the secret side Of CEOsAnd Entrepreneurs,The side they hideFrom themselves.And thereThey were just as lazy as I,Lazy enough to see the sky,To feel the breeze,To take a ride With the windows downIn the middle of the afternoonWithout a thought Of the bottom lineNor even a concernFor what they'd eatFor dinner that nightOr the next.In my lazy world,The poets were praisedFor their ability To create so muchFrom lazy days.But I had no time for prideThat was too much workFor this head of mine.And so I slept the day away,A nap within a nap.Shhh........You'll wake that grind of mine.Let him sleep.He's mighty tired.He needs a little sleepy time.A month will do,Or perhaps an age.Wake him when The sun don't shineFor after that belated restHe'll raise the cosmosFrom its nest With all his cock and crow.Until then,We'll sleep awayAnd tell you allTo hit the hay.Now take nap,It's ok.Forget aboutThose bills not paid.And slumber high Beyond the moon.Where the sleepy wood fifePlays a tune Only for ambitious soulsWho now must restGod only knowsHow long.And do not worryIt's allowed.