I went to bed weighing 135
And woke up weighing 130.
I guess it was my dreams that evaporated.
I thought that they were bigger than that,
That they were large and magnanimous
And could cover the expanse of my vicissitudes.
But now I see that they are gone,
A trifling 80 ounces,
Nothing to lose a night 's sleep over,
Nothing to you.... Or to
Me.
But standing here now on the holy scales
Within the sacred equation I wonder,
If nothing is ever created or destroyed,
What weighs more,
A pound of feathers or a pound of lead?
And in the greater scheme of things,
Which is heavier,
Troubles or dreams?
And where in the universe did they disappear?
Oh well.
My pants sure zipped easier this morning.

-jenn