Freedom Of Thought.

Day One

A late night then an early morning right

after,

A tiring previous day and a wasted night,

Time seemed to be moving slow till it got to

time,

Then it moved too fast and I lost track of

it,

That’s time for me I guess,

It’s more unpredictable than I am; and

believe me, I am as unpredictable as could

get,

Here I am on the road at five in the

morning, it’s light out as always,

It’s freezing, yes, but I still have to,

I check my phone for the weather, it’s eight

degrees,

Just eight away from zero,

I’m not used to this kind of cold, much so

that I can feel it in all of my being,

I’m not well layered because I can’t afford

it, I’m dead broke and in a new place,

I can not ask “why me” because my lips

are too cold and so are my teeth,

Had I been any lighter, I’d have been

purple by now,

The car has the heater on full but somehow

the cold manages to get to me,

It hits me hard each time, I quiver,

It’s like a surprise each time it comes yet I

can almost see it coming,

We’ve been moving for hours in my head,

but only for an hour on earth,

The sun is halfway up but I can’t feel the

half of it,

I’m still too cold to move and the ride is

about done,

Will I ever get used to this?

What awaits me is twice the hell for half

the person I am,

And this isn’t the end of it.