Anticipation

The whole world on hold.Unsure, what am I to do?Stay in; look inward.

Eyes closed in the fire And I’m off soaring in flight Again with the blaze

Evening birds chirpAll that is left is to eatTomorrow seems here

Drunker than a skunkEvery weekend the sameOnce in four, a change

Today, turning pointNothing left to overcomeJust me and today.

I see their mouths move.Many promises coming;hear, “It’s about me.”