Wake up,
Sip your coffee,
Thoughts on a dry, weary day,
Go to sleep,
Repeat.
We could be like puppets,
It’s easiest to live on strings,
Let go and let the maker play with you,
Wooden souls for a wooden life.
It’s easy and easy is tempting,
Stay home long enough and it consumes you,
Step out and the world overwhelms you,
Sips of coffee and tales of memories lived.
The more you speak the more you create
an image of the person you once were,
and in that heap of images,
you find your lost self.
Bring it back,
Flare your nostrils and frown your head,
Today is a day to begin again,
Today is the first day of forever.
The strings are off,
The maker moves on to the next,
The wood chips away as you
Run towards the light.
Wake up,
Sip your coffee,
Thoughts of a dry, weary day,
Go to sleep,
Repeat