Hatching Eggs

They gave me enough to think about
Sitting in my chair
Standing atop the stairs
Unawares...
 
What I should do when I go out
Is tend the garden
Make more warding's,
Improvements...
 
Who I am blends with me past
Cleansing the mundane
Cracking open of chest
Heartily...
 
But healing is sluggish, goopy,
Syrupy messes for mops
Mind gone to the slops
Scrambled.