it's such a luxury
to wake up in the morning
worrying
a bout something
something unknown
unreal
i have no idea
what it is

lucky me
for not being starved
trembling
on a dark alley
in a big city
‘n worrying if
i would survive for another day
on the streets

lucky me
for being well-fed
after sound sleep in warm bed
waking up
to smell the fresh coffee
from dri-thru Tim Horton
at 9 am
‘n still confused
about something unknown

lucky me
not to worry about
lack of food
on the table tonight
or
to worry if i would have to fight
for my common sleeping space
occupied
by the other guys
as usual every night.

unlucky me
the modern city guy
having my mind
infested by mental viruses
from disease of boredom