Simplistic Poetry

My hot mint tea warms my heart and soul.  I look around and faces all look strange.  The grey day seems useless for activities that are a part of inspiration.  I walk with heavy feet to this place where I find a warm chamber, but no energy.  Colors are interchangeable and I am left with a sigh instead of a transcendental line or imagery.  It does feel hard today, and I just work to keep myself firmly in my body.  Ireland taps at my door in my dreams and I see green in the eyes of other.  My time is precious even though I have the freedom to choose my path each day.  After everything, I think of past pets who had adopted me, and made my life joyful and sweet.