If You Go There, You Will Be Lost

The day yawns like a housecat
Stretching itself in the sun,
And you float like a dust mote,

Accidentally twirling
Lazily into its mouth.
This was not the day you planned,

Not the option you foresaw,
To be swallowed by duty,
Captive, not to boredom, but

To the boredom of others,
You, responsible person,
Brimming with your foreboding

That, for you the day is gone,
Since only you count the cost.