Be Careful With The Reflection in The Mirror

I know.Time has a way of clearing the blurred vision of my past. And again, I agree that I see things differently.I feel things differently too.I swear, it’s like my Old Man used to tell me.“You’ll understand when you get older.” Well, I am older now.At the same time, I relate to a quote I saw the other day.“Apparently, I am not old enough to know better.”ah, the morning.The fogginess and the clouds are strange this morning.I sipped my coffee on the train ride to work and thought about the chores ahead of me. I thought about the need to be elsewhere, like, say, far away and down by where the waters are crystal clear and the palm trees sway with a kind resolve and the wind blows across my body as I lay beneath the sun.God, I wish I was sexy at least once. I am not as awake as I’d like to be and nor am I as awake as I need to be.At least not right now. Hence, the coffee and the quad shot of espresso.The sun wakes up later now. And here I am . . .I wish I woke up later but the world and…

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