While I Wait

Perspective

Awake I sprung from my bed,
Rejoiced to see the gray sky and sea of weariness from my window.
I waltz downstairs smiling to see the calm loneliness that has settled in my living room.
I gather my belongings and set off on my trail.
I open my door to to such an astounding feeling. I walk with such freedom and grace as the omnipotent being of grief surrounds.
I tread now grazing the beautiful meadow of wilted flowers arising from the asphalt and sewer runoffs alongside the beckoning lights that enlighten the town.
Everyone taking a minute to enjoy this divine moment passing us, to observe the elegance our city embodies.
Lost in this magnificent ruin,
An old gentleman I pass every morning stops to greet me.
"How might you be this fine evening?" The old man asks with a look of pleasure.
"I've never been better..."