Stepping Out

[finncullen]

 
Sometimes it feels so wonderful to wake
To greet the new day with an eager eye
To stretch and stand and look around to take
A moment just to plan where, what and why.
It’s been a long long night, with fitful sleep
At last it’s over, and this dawn is mine
No dreams can hold me now, and now I’ll sweep
Away the flimsy lies that once confined.
I leave the bed unmade, untidy still,
I never laid down in it, I don’t care,
I won’t clean up your mess, that’s not my will,
I won’t be chained by your unkempt despair.
Your little nervous dreams are quite quite boring
And I can’t stand your endless fucking snoring