Curl your toes
And blink your eyes
The sun is shining
So you rise
Get out of bed
And wake up alone
Fix your coffee
And look at your phone
No messages, calls, texts missed or so
So you pick up the paper and find as well
That there is no comfort in reading weekly news
No conversations can arise from a litten bomb fuse
So you go out for a walk
To clear your mind
You see your neighbors
And they speak, kind
You walk up the street
And observe the bustle
Watch as the adults hustle
To get to places in time
You turn around and more slowly move
Back to the place you wish you knew
You'd be stuck in for a while's time
Wanting to leave but not having the dime.
YOU ARE READING
3 am Thoughts.
RandomOnly read if you want to. I swear I'm not this crazy all the time. Just a few times a week.
