We're too close to the city
Too close to living the way we want to
If I want to
I'm not sure if it will change a single thing
Yet, I'll wake up to cloudy skies and fresh drops of rain
The damp smell of grass wafting through my window.
The faint noises of life, all around me.
Open my eyes slowly, slowly, as that one thought enters my mind.
That something, somewhere had changed.
Life had chosen to move forward, forgetting to freeze.
I'll wake up, the stale smell of perfume from the night before.
I'll wake up to a slight careless sense of self.
I'll sit up in bed, intent on being the person I've always wanted to be.