Steam, breath, and light in the early morning cold,
The space of sanity...
Where I can safely gather my head,
Feel emotions creeping quietly through my
veins,
And plan my life without regret,
Without the harshness of
reality.
A bird calls forlornly on the frozen horizon,
Waking up the
sleeping world
(All those people safe and happy in their beds),
And the lonely winter sun creeps in,
Clean, stark, cold, feigning warmth
Pressing my day, my life, into existence once more.