Dream tonight

I'm so tired and I don't want to write a poem. I walk around tonight resembling someone who needs both hips replaced. Gotta get better at stretching after the gym. The pipe outside moved like a snake up the handle and I think the siding cracked in stereo. Clarity is wonderful but it is such a slap in the face. Being here now means that I was there for so long. I tend to forget that part often. There is a practice of letting your past go. Maybe I tried too soon or made an excuse for waiting's sake. Whatever the reason, I am sobered. A grown up. There is moving on involved. Left with not much! Is there anger or only motivation? Both I suppose, but shedding the rest will hopefully be easier.