I owe it to myself
To step back every now and again
And forgive and replenish
Everything I bewilder myself with
Can I get a bit more time?
For I do not know
where I am headed
Not just yet
The world is my oyster
But I forgot to tap on the way out
So now I’m paying for all I have done
I’ll catch a break
Hopefully
Like I’d catch a bus
To just ride to my destination
Or maybe
I’d catch it
Like a cold
I never quite know which hand I will be dealt
Even the seasons are becoming assorted
My morning coffee
Even that fucks me up now
All for a penny or two
I drag my feet through the lovey-dovey
Connection I have with
Slurring my words at thirty miles per hour
Like everything else
Even caffeine crashes.