The Longer I Lay Here

You're up with the sunrise
and down when the work's been done
with excellence, industry,
diligence-- naturally.

I would like to be you
just for a few habit forming years;
laziness cuts me like fine cutlery.

I need a miracle; someone to help me help myself.

Sweet Jesus I need you
forgive me this sin;
not hookers or heroin, gambling or gin.
It sounds so ridiculous but I just can't lick this;

I need a miracle. Someone to help me help myself.