OK?

When I wake up in the morning or evening.
I find some food worth feasting.
Brush my teeth. Comb my hair.
Part of the day I stare. As I walk to random places and see tons of faces.
Most with a story to tell or say.
I look in the mirror. And ask, "If I'm OK?"
Oh yes.
I walk and I have a thousand thoughts untold.
Too afraid to think what I say is controversial or too bold?
The world is cold and it starts to mold.
But where is the heat?
When people talk, I am interested but I hear a beat.
Something that feels off and the tears start to grow.
Words that trigger memories and my body starts to fold and sow.
Every mistake I make is like a stitch that I can not replace.
Once it is there, I can't surgically remove. So with this. I must bare.
When I wake up from a nap in the morning or evening.
I find some food worth feasting.
Brush my teeth. Read a book and try not to be addicted like Mountain Hook.
Part of the day I stare. As I walk around and study tons of faces.
Most with a story to hide or say.
I look in the mirror. And ask, "If I'm OK?"