Poem #1

by Chesire Cat

I wake in the morning. Still tired.
I peek out my window. It’s raining.
I look in the mirror. Nothing special.
It’s not that I hate my life.
I just don’t know how to live it yet.
That cute girl from class. I walk by.
Is she out of my league? Absolutely.
I sit and eat lunch. Pretty bland.
Something needs to change soon.
I wonder when it’ll be.
Time to go to practice. Out of shape.
Eat dinner with the team. Still bland.
Start to head home. Cold out now.
Some fat kid calls for help.
He’s moving a mini-fridge.
“Sure I’ll help you.” Not a problem.
“Thanks for your help, dude. You’re great.”
“Eh. It’s no big.” What is this?
Did that kid spark something?
Eh, I shrug it off and go to bed.

I wake in the morning. Perfect Sleep.
I peek out my window. Look. Sunshine.
I look in the mirror. Feeling good.
It might be just a good day.
I just don’t know how to tell yet.
That cute girl from class. I stop and talk.
Was she out of my league? Absolutely not.
We sit and eat lunch. She’s a nice girl.
Something changed.
I wonder what happened?.
Time to go to practice. Lead the team.
Eat dinner with the team. Excellent time.
Start to head home. Relaxing chill.
I relax to wind down the day.
She’s coming over for a movie.
“I’m glad you came over.” Not a problem.
“I’m happy you asked. You’re great.”
“Thanks. You are too?” What is this?
Did that kid spark something?
It must be.