A good night

Want a good sleep?
Then wear these shoes
I've erased three photos
I've perceived not to be
The good wife has made dinner
The sounds of pots and spoons
Soaring, and i'm on morning

Do you excuse your living?
Do you excuse yourself?
Do you excuse yourself too much?

Awake and be honest
But i'm guilty in sleep
I apologize to friendships
I've left in the trees
The titanic has me worried
The sound of stepping on leaves
To dance around
Politically
Please, no more blurry photos
Of the sky

Do you excuse your living?
Do you excuse yourself?
Do you excuse yourself too often now?