a simple morning walk

i step out of the house

moving from shadow to light, dream to day, day to daydream

the first feet wobble

like an astronaut returned home

coffee, i think to myself

drugs, my mind thinks

"let's get this ship moving"

turn left

the curtain begins to lift somewhere between my house and the shop

and the morning rises on my faults, my regrets

and they swirl

until they subside

and i realize that without a doubt, i am here

amid the tempests of my own mind

coffee, it is close

i take a right and see my first face of the day

finally, with a coffee in hand, the sun now fully out

the terrors of the past have been chased away

and i can be me