Being Early
I think I prefer being early
Than turning up everywhere late
I don't like the feeling
That someone is reeling
At me, as I'm making them wait
I think I would like to be better
At leaving the house with an ease
But all my intentions
Get lost in the tension
Of searching for bunches of keys
I think I would love being early
Not flustered nor sorry nor stressed
Not constantly beating
Myself in a meeting
But cool, in advance of the rest
I think I would like to imagine
A coffee, a tea, while I wait!
But deep down, it's known
I'd grumble and moan
At everyone turning up late
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