Today

Fuck.

I’m up again and I can’t seem to go back to sleep. Not for lack of trying.

Body sore, mind boggled, I can’t see why I’m here. Thinking it’s better I lay here.

I mean why not?

Everyday has turned into the same ole song I love to visit for my cost of living and it’s not adding up. I’m stuck.

Seems like the shadowy path I’ve travelled makes me wish I went on it less.

Wishing I went somewhere different. Maybe somewhere with love or excitement. Whatever.

I’m done.

But I’m scared. To give up. Fall back. Lay here. Take it.

Because the day just started. Cynic is far from who I am. Realist maybe but I smile too much to give up.

I mean...

Because what if that shadowy today isn’t so bad in the past and the future is really the best present?

So it looks like I’m getting up and actually doing something. And no matter what, I think it’ll be worth it.

So I’ll put in my quarter and see what today I get and know it’ll be mine.