Came Back into the World

Came back into the world- or shall I say I woke up this morning?

I shouldn't really, it reminds me too much of some obscure blues tune

that I really cant stand listening to, one more time, one more time...

The day just beginning and already so over myself

what on earth will I do with the other 23?

Don't quite know which landing gear to use- the ground keeps changing

and so does it's terrain

Dark music, like Morphine, soothes me, this morning

sunday morning

it doesn't feel so bad to struggle within

I could find something better to do of course

but I don't know, I just dont know- where to find it...

The bass gets low and silly

and I get a reprieve

coffee's cold- but its mine

I smile at that, and drink up!

its what I got

Everything has become so sensitive

that it cannot be touched too much

and I feel clumsy

with my way of being all over things

control

or the lack of same

keeps me sane

this morning...