the difference a day makes

there are days

when you question everything.

it's not the weather,

or work,

family

or friends that are getting

under your skin,

it's a general malaise.

a weariness

of sorts about the world

at large.

you lie there

and think,

what the hell am doing

with my life?

is this it?

work work work,

save,

get old and die?

but then the next morning

comes around

and you jump out of bed,

throw back

the curtains

to the sun and clear sky.

you go down to the kitchen

to make coffee, and a toasted 

buttered bagel. 

thinking once more, 

it's good to be alive.