My Goodbye

Sitting on the edge,
this bed is where it starts.
I wipe my eyes and sigh;
it's a new day,
lets give life another try.

I flick the switch in hesitation,
my head not one to cooperate with determination.
I'd rather lay in bed, it's true,
but that won't change what I long to pursue.

Shower up and enjoy the relaxation,
the day has just begun.
It can feel difficult at times,
but I try to press on.

Dry off and shake the hair,
the time is close at hand,
find the clothes and throw them on,
mentally make a stand.

Slip on those shoes and head for the door,
don't even waste time tying them up any more.

Dreading to face the sun,
my day has now begun.
Step outside and squint the eyes,
same boring routine; why am I not surprised?

I walk for what feels like hours;
thinking of what I miss,
where I may be headed,
and what might have caused all this.

The more I think, the more I sink;
toward man's sorrows, unaccounted;
daily, again and again.

And as I do;
sitting on the edge,
this bed is where it starts.
I wipe my eyes and sigh;
it's a new day,
this is my goodbye.