Every morning,
I try not to harden my heart.
From a jarring wake up,
to the cold air that greats me,
I can't help but feel,
completely uneasy.
I step outside,
and pray for forgiveness,
for I know what's to follow,
in this forsaken business.
Tailgating,
traffic,
and angry music,
anxiety,
fatigue,
with a little bit of panic.
The highs can be fleeting,
while the lows are depleting.
After all is said and done,
and I'm given none,
I lie myself to sleep,
and dream of sweet peace.
Good night cruel world.
Till we meet again.
