Retired

Here again is the dawn
Climbed up the mountain on to the lawn
Peeking in windows with the softest light
While whisking away the remains of last night

Another day, nothing’s new
Same old window, same old view
Here comes the recalled mental chatter
I’ll only capture what doesn’t matter.

Dreams end, nature calls
Another trek down vacant halls
Unstableness, I keep veering
One thought away from disappearing

Twenty four hours is enough time
There are new forces to conquer, new hills to climb
I’ll persevere toward the answers, there IS something great
But maybe tomorrow, it’s getting late.