Too Comfortable

Awakened by the touch of grace. I lay for awhile hesitant to face a life a day I don't deserve. And still allowed to watch the changes time has brought to my face. My limbs. My hair. My inner self. The changes are making me fearful of myself. I long to have that fast touchvand go pace that allowed me a piece of the rat race that is such a burden and fraught with so many petty contrivances of getting ahead. It is all in their heads! Not a day goes by when I don't regret the effort that I have now forgotten but shadow's of it still emit that lingering need to reach out. But I remain in this fugue of comfort that I do not deserve. Music echoes and I dance. I sing . I read. I watch. Alone!