It is one of those mornings you wake up and realize you actually have to face the day

the snooze button has been hit numerous times

and you waste around 15 minutes debating on wether or not you can call in sick

take a sabbatical

maybe just think.

It is one of those moods where you feel like you misplaced someone.

You ask yourself the name of the day

you look at your hands and remember the year

feel the sheets wrapped around you, 

and remember the place

this reality becomes so subjective 

and the daily grind becomes 

a complacent bore.

I have 15 minutes before work.

I'm trying to remember my name

or at least what it means

everything else is robotic

and does its self while my mind is preoccupied

shirt

shoes

hair

makeup

I don't know, or care

5 minutes I have to leave

I hate today.

I can't remember how I got here

I can't remember what I was holding on to.

A selfishness drags behind me

clinging at my heals

there are too many faces

too many faces

and it's one of those days

where there is just too much noise 

and nobody is saying a damn word.

I've just realized my music library has been stuck on repeat.

I'm disappointed at myself and the kind of moments that are needed to jar me back to reality.

And I wonder, maybe a wanderer really can just be lost. I need a sign post.