Goodnight Cruel World

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.