Roll over in bed. Feeling of dread
The alarm is at five. Adjusting my eyes
No sign of the sun. Temp is at one
Coffee cup, now I am up.
Wind in my hair, exhaust in the air
Frost on the glass, warming up fast
Just a small hole, in time it will grow
This blows; Gotta go.
Heading back home. Pavement of stone
Heat wave began. Where have I been?
Feeding the need. Sowing the seed
Paying the price; so goes life.
Bathroom again. Like a lost friend
Shower and shave. On Into the grave
Old man looks back. Who is this hack?
Wink and smile; young a while.
The Rational Element 