Lines Between Living

Alarm goes off. 

Open Eyes.

Stretch.

Ache.

Wanting to stay,

But must go.

Clothes waiting

Maybe

If not 

Trying not wear the same thing twice

One leg

Then the other

Zipper

Shoes

Our own made armor 

On our way 

Start the mundane

Punch in 

Steps all seems the same 

Break 

Breathe

Take a bite

Clock back in

Shift finally over 

Head home 

Try to decompress 

Yet chaos slips in 

to mess with the straight lines

Finally sleep 

Only to repeat it all again

So when they ask

“How’s Life?” 

What’s your answer?