Addicted to Nothing by Jasen Sousa

Addicted to Nothing

My friends call me 

and ask what I am doing today?

I’m working.  Most weeks, seven days.

I go, I go and I go.

I have a routine

where I wake up every morning

at 5:30 A.M.

Walk into the bathroom

and don’t turn on the light.

I strike back as I put my leg

into the water before it fully heats up.

Use my eclectic shaver when the skin

on my face is nice, and tight, and dry.

I eat my banana, my cereal, and my juice

and am out of my house by 6:30, ready 

to attack my day.

I know where I’m going.

I’ve been going there every day for

the past five years.

Maybe it’s different 

when you wake up each day

and don’t know what you’re going

to do to keep yourself busy.

If I didn’t have somewhere to go

who knows where I would end up?

I wake up every morning,

and the only thing I crave 

is trying to leave a legacy

before my time here is over.

I don’t crave anything else, not

even coffee.

I wake up every morning not needing 

anything in my life.

What has not needing done to my brain?

First Published

in

Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

Copyright © All Rights Reserved by J-Rock Publishing

Library of Congress

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ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7