This morning I woke up to rain

on the glass. And understood

that for a long time now

I've chosen the corrupt when

I had a choice. Or else,

simply, the merely easy.

Over the virtuous. Or the difficult.

This way of thinking happens

when I've been alone for days.

Like now. Hours spent

in my own dumb company.

Hours and hours

much like a little room.

With just a stripe of carpet to walk on.