Tonight someone may fear something you said
while you nestle into a stress-less bed
and drift asleep on awarding thoughts
while elsewhere they despise you in nightmares.
Sleep demeans the argument.
The Wrong song sings stories envisioning an estimate,
but that alas was missed,
and instead the assumption stood corrected
exposed as a lesson: forget.
Fighting gets tiring,
agreeing makes the end accessible.
Redirecting attention avoids decision collisions.
Giving opens acceptance.
Alternate to recuperate from the self-directed
steered under passes.
