Stops for cigarettes
His not mine
The need for nicotine doesn't hold me hostage anymore
Staring at bright red lights
Signifying millionaire dreams
Reminds me of our games of 'what if'
The lull of imagining what life would be like
Without debt
Without fear
Without worry
Without hunger
What would that feel like?
And I stop
Brace myself for reality
And it does not feel as bleak
Rent and bills are covered
Food is in my belly
Fear and worry, not as bad as it seems
First world problems
Need not limit me
Should not constrain me
Will not confine me
Lottery dreams
Plus reality reflections
Equal a contented existence