Lawson

Wake up in the morning, sun shining through these blinds. Warms these dirty walls, and it opens up my eyes. It says there's something good on the other side, some things just take their time. It's all I know, it starts to slide. My failures show up and dent my pride. It's all I know and I can't hide. Another phase to get trapped inside. No sugar in my coffee because it's only mid-week. You need routine to stay sane. Strapped in the passenger seat. You can learn it in their schools or you can learn it on the streets. But everybody has to fall back on what they can repeat. So I face the day, I take my pulse. Feeling just okay is what I hate the most. I stand up straight, I hit my stride. Feeling opaque, I retreat inside. It's all I know and I won't grow, lest some vague ambition show. It's what I see when I'm staring at the bottom, and the bottom is staring back at me.