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I watched the morning light break through the window panes

A thousand times and never felt more afraid

My cracking hands are an act of my failures

My flooded nerves collected all I remember

At the top of the mountain, look down see the city

That’s where I pictured me in my twenties

Now I retreat far from busy streets

Watching the end take the stage right in front of me

It comes in waves and drowns me every time

The thought, the plan, then the lack of action

I dream of death and melt into the floor.

I’m built from loss and love and all things which came before

It breaks me down and bites my tongue in half

I’m lost to passing days and simple distractions

I want to live and feel the bliss again

I’m built from hope and grief and all things discomfort gifts

There is freedom in contentment

There is joy in the insignificant

So I’m grateful to be here as a witness to all

In such a short timeframe no matter how small

Daydream of San Diego swallowing all things

I’d disappear into the sand dunes and palm trees

Find an old forgotten place to get lost in

Disappointing everyone but building a brand new me

Daydream of my home down in Georgia

Getting lost among the switchgrass and pine trees

In front of me I see a sea of red brick homes

And a warm bed that I am lucky to call my own

So I’ll stay here

Bury myself in the Peach State clay

And try not to waste our final days

In some imagined place far away

Soon, this will all be a beautiful dream

Soon will these cherished days wither away

So I’ll let the sun keep breaching the window panes

And save the endless dreaming all for another day

Another day.