a day in my life

i made my bed
then followed it down the stairs
tumbling down the steep slope
ticking things off my list
as i fell into myself
on my lunch break bookshop
talk slips away where i fell down
waking to the ping of my phone
in the fantasy aisle
i think of the friend i haven’t seen
in two years you just pick up
lie about where you were at 15
ambitions faded, leaving for good
like a hole in my heart
i’m leaving home in my head
the meaning of it all came to my office
to truly see people every day
to hear their voices feeling empty
discussing quotes from dead poet’s society
much more spirited philosophies
ignoring texts and calls
find everlasting love, travel the world
start being excited about life again
as i crawl back into bed



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