october blue

october blue

the sky of a sunny crisp morning

i sit and sip from a steaming coffee cup

there are people i know

that don’t think i deserve

even this simple pleasure

sitting on the front step

i have failed to be who i was supposed to be

who i was supposed to be is not clear

but i am not…

not…

i don’t know who i am not

i will take another sip of coffee and…

well, tomorrow i will figure it out…

maybe…

i think first though

i will try to figure out who i am

it seems more important than

who i am not

the sky being october blue

is not a failure because it is not august

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