The synapses in my brain lose their signal and suddenly, I am a dial tone.
I'm sitting on my bed alone in bare feet.
I look out the window and the world keeps rolling over.
I start to remember something my father once told me.
Down the stairs, and out the door,
I settle behind the wheel and exhale
"you can't control the shit this world piles on you
-only how you carry it "
I ease down the road and out
into the fog.