it is in these hours
lying on the kitchen floor
home alone
whilst the sun sets and
jazz is playing
in the background
that i think to myself
maybe life
is wonderful
maybe i am just waiting
or maybe i'm blind
and i have all that i need
the sun continues to set
and i have
no reason
to move
so i lie there
and think some more,
comfortable
in this drunken
yet sober
state of
reality
