Early to bed, early to rise.
I light incense, the scent of jasmine.
I can do things I used to do, and it doesn’t hurt as much.
Coffee, thoughts, the fan blowing cool air across my neck.
Maybe this is life, it’s my life.
Maybe I’ll meet the (next) great love of my life (soon).
Maybe I finally know what I’m doing.
Maybe I’m actually wising up.