First Step

Did you ever have one of those days

This is a day like any other day

You are free to wake up and shave

Soapy hands fumbling on porcelain

Hot, good coffee and a good, good book

Bicycle, bicycle, breathing easier now

Tear the roof off your day

No one's coming over

It ain't written

So don't try to read it

Smell the hot rain on the street

Could be love, could be alcohol

Cup my hands around your face

A little frame, a lot of pain

I can tell the tears from the rain

One tastes sweet, the other plain

And who am I to think I could hang Such a precious life on a clever line

You're in all the books I read

A hundred pages out of reach

And so I throw myself, hit the street

It'll take some time

To learn the lesson of the fall

And begin another climb