The night before

Tomorrow I start a new life.
I start a new day without the chains
That have tethered my yesterdays.
I look in the mirror
And poke my belly.
I would say that it is
My shining disgrace,
But it is kept hidden
Too much to be so.
Tonight is my last hoorah.
I drink my beer
And I smoke my cigarette.
Planning to abandon both
Tomorrow.
I have a plan.
I tell myself the reason
I can’t get out of bed
Is that my bed is too comfortable.
So tonight I will sleep
On my couch.
The alarm clock is the same clock
That has called me from bed before,
But now it is across the room
From the couch.
Instead of pajamas
I will wear running clothes to bed
And the plan is
That I will leap from bed
When the clock screams
And dive into my running shoes.
I will open the door
No matter the weather
And sprint into my tomorrow.