Sometimes in the morning
i don't want the sun to shine
nor do i wait for the rays to strike across my window pane
but it still does
and that's...okay.
Sometimes i look at him
and he's engrossed in some other worldly fixation
unwavering and careless in his own pursuit
and at that exact point in history
i cease to exist
and that's...okay.
Sometimes i just sit in a chair in some bohemian cafe
sipping on coffee from my favorite ivory cup
and the solace of solitude envelopes me with warmth
alas my friend could never offer that kind of embrace
and that's...okay.
And sometimes i just exist
like the wind does
nothing more and nothing less
and i find that nauseating
especially when the entire galaxy seems like a crushed paper in my hand
and that's .... okay?
