I wake up and smile,
Without the denial,
That my life is a mess,
Bogged down with the stress.
I get out of bed,
The first thoughts in my head,
Are to go back to sleep,
And to cry or to weep.
I put on some clothes,
Though nobody knows,
The reason for life,
Not even my wife.
I go downstairs,
Without any cares,
About the day to come,
Without any fun.
I drink my tea,
And think about me,
Or what I could say,
To clear the troubles away.
I go out the door,
To face my war,
My head in a spin,
About a fight I can’t win.
I get in my car,
But I don’t travel far.
I turn back for home,
With my thoughts condoned.
I pull on the drive.
I’ve yet to arrive,
At the happy place.
I’m not in the race.
I go back inside,
Where I know I can hide,
From the lonely thoughts,
With which I’ve caught.
I return to bed,
And with all I’ve said,
I wake up and smile,
Without the denial.
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