Waking up to a situation with you.
Blond hair and ruffled blankets; sitting up naked.
Nothing new, same deal, same issues.
Remaining relatively true.
Things aren’t as bad as they seem.
This is true, true.
I don’t know about you.
Socks, shoes, contacts stick to blue eyes like glue.
Hello to the mirror on the wall, trying to see things clear.
Asking who is the fairest of them all?
I see me.
Counting, looking around to see this fantasy bathroom stall.
Then I leave, then I disappear with much sound.
Sun light, so bright.
Getting up, not my bed.
Just another night.
Getting up, she turns her head.
Wish we could be here all day.
Yeah, only in dreams.
Then I found myself on my way.
I found what the weather patterns mean.
On my bike, looking left, looking right.
Cars, gas, fumes, liability, citations, cash, and frustration.
What a sad sight.
Drivers waiting patient, like a logical fallacy.
To 3rd, to Central, to parking lot and sidewalk, to Nicollet, these are places where I will never get lost. Downtown habit is a chronic pathway to the day, individuals traveling in every which way. From the Stonearch Bridge to the Grain Belt sign Minneapolis is on the mind. The weather is chilled, same as the attitudes. People standing in line to have a good time, most never move on. Who is wasting time?
I coast and back pedal only in travel…
Getting up, haven’t slept like this since birth, since last month.
Getting up and outside to see what its worth, to open my eyes.
Gift or curse I’ll figure it when it arrives.
I thought this as I waved goodbye.