Shower taken and breakfast eaten
Pockets filled with some little amenities of daily life

Dressed in what clothes I did not sell
An ensemble spicifically chosen for the long winter ahead

In my stripped apartment
I sit in quiet contemplation of my future

Small irony, that
I learned to plan ahead only just last week

I still have some time
Before the landlord can legally force me out

The streets and alleys await
I must say good-bye to my pristine life

This poem was written to a picture, which I will link here in the future.