Mutiny Mutiny

Sore, tired eyes
In the morning sun
Cold Autumn air
A race to run
A bitter winter wind
A fever chill
Counting down the hours
time stands still

The seasons change
But the scene stays the same

Nerves are rattled
Jarring bones
The overhead buzz of electric wires
This window is my flat screen
Diamond raindrops cut the glass

I may bend
But I won't break