A typical day

I woke up to the glory of a grey sky,

I read the table-side clock as my eye

stumbled on by.

Their focus swept in and out,

my weighty arms carried sticky palms

and my fingers grasped and flailed about.

I pulled the clock to see the time clearer,

surely my mind plays tricks.

I pulled my eyes nearer.

"Oh shit"

There was somewhere that I was supposed to be.

Or was there?

My mind is still so numb.

I rushed about,

my frantic brain raced,

I reached for the door,

doubts burst and flew on through.

Shower,

shave,

shoes and

there's something missing?

The keys weren't in my jacket,

they couldn't be found in baggy jeans

nor the table side draws.

I looked about the chairs and floors,

Ahh!

The table by the front door.

I stole the keys from their slumber,

they chimed as they flung.

I placed them to the lock and stopped.

I froze mid motion.

My doubting mind had realised;

"I didn't have anywhere to be this day."

-Joey