This act
left over 
like soup
to be
enjoyed again 
is me
being chilled 
in morning 
and dance 
my way 
over floors
to switch 
on heat
I remember 
this every 
day child  

I do
miss that
but this 
I never 
knew then
when we
and I 
now am
no longer 
willing to

It’s been 
so long 
since ever
that early 
is almost 
always never 
and late 
has become 
now forever 

When did we
as a world 
become but hens
pecking at crumbs 
left by others 
to do little 
else but lead
my eyes are
not glued to 
the ground but 
rather the sky
for I’d rather 
soar with dreams 

My mind 
has finally 
grabbed the 
wings of
my heart 
both have 
taken flight 
to catch 
up to 
my soul 
and this 
is why