Wake Up

Coffee's flowing through me,
   down my throat into my tummy.
It sits awhile and stimulates,
   after that it passes through me.
Trying to awaken 
   from this dreamless, sleepless slumber,
Splashing this cold water 
   on my face is such a bummer.

I wonder did I wake up?
   Find the car keys to the pick-up,
My wallet's gone, my watch has stopped
  (both of us need to wind-up).
Another morning, just the same,
   another game, another dollar.
I comb my hair, brush my teeth,
   put a tie on my blue collar.

Off to work, then home again,
   do the dishes and the laundry.
I read my books, watch TV,
    let my worries start to hound me.
Why stay stuck in this old rut
   when could do whatever.
I could leave security,
   hit the road, and start to wander.

but money's here, though insincere,
   and though I once had a dream.
I say "someday I'll break away,
   and find out what this life means."
Alas, it seems its just a dream
    someday I will awaken.
 My mind will clear, and fill with cheer,
   somehow I'll feel less shaken.

I just hate to have to wait,
   I need to let it happen.
It's just so easy, that it scares me,
   I should really get a crackin'.
But I'll wait, procrastinate,
   keep looking all around me
For an answer that's so clear,
   because it's right inside me.  

-dp-
(c)- 11/26/82  2-26-13