What Colors the Steel Sky Blue

Why do I open my eyes in the morning?
Why all the beating in my heart?

Why does this broken back bend,
curl and then roll out of bed?

My body a bag of deliciously colored BBs
all headed toward the kitchen
bouncing off the walls
some getting lost in the floorboards.

Why brew coffee, cook some eggs, talk back to the TV?
Why look at the paper, water the plants, why shower?

Lotion is applied, then comes brushing my teeth
then flossing, then the Listerine.
Cleaning my ears, combing my hair
as the iron is heating.

Why iron clothes
when I know that I when I take a step outside
I will be naked but no one will be seeing.

Why even bother putting on shoes
when every step of mine takes me further away
from where I need to be going?

Pack the lunch, turn the TV off
close the windows, put the dishes away
dont forget your phone, grab your bag
keys, wallet, watch and I am leaving.

Why the happy tunes in the car?
Why pass a car? Why stop at a stop sign?
As I pass on by, I see the old driver
he smiles and motions me forward.
--his eyes mutter, go ahead run forward.

Rushing to work,
getting trapped at untimed lights
trying to find parking
running to the office
being late again to a meeting.

Why even bother?
When it is so much easier to just stop breating.