It has been said many times before, ‘Old Habits die hard’ and I agree, without Condemning any of my own, as I begin Unlatching eyelids, shutters to the real world,
To gentle caresses of sunbeams, furtively tiptoeing Around the room, invading space, consistently crawling On my bed, to reach my forehead and grant A longed-for princely awakening kiss.
My feet touch the floor, a few steps next door, I cleanse my face with tepid water, always Appreciatively contemplating the billions years Old interstellar ice, molecules composing each single drop.
I slowly walk downstairs anticipating the day, prepare The espresso coffee ***, as I allow the radioman to shower Me with the latest news I wish to block, Roll my cigarette and open my precious laptop
Containing me and all my thoughts, a second brain To register what I forgot. Look about in the meanders Of a virtual world other than my dreams And proceed typing words that combined create
Meaning, unleashing imagination, feelings and evanescent Memories, observing my surroundings, once more asking Myself why, each time I take a break and lie By the lake, ants climb over my body.