Please Don’t Fail Yourself Now

I have come home.
It certainly feels this way.
The sun’s warmth fighting the cool wind as it blows me down the street
tousling my hair, a smile in my heart
I have found the simple life I was seeking.
It feels nice.
The warm blanket chases away the chill of the night
as I snuggle into my bed again.

Happy with a beer and a cue in my hand.
I’ve found my job to quit and I just might want to keep it.
Feeling like a queen.
Don’t you come for my crown.