Sleeping until the alarm actually started.
Stumble up and forward,
Bathroom and fresh clothes.
Kitchen and the magic golden brew button.
Wash a dish or two,
cereal, milk, and a handful of grapes.
Wandering mind.
Catch it..
Get back onto the the progress train of thought.
One good turn of the wheels,
And the speed will build,
And slow to a stop again,
And again, and again,
But anger,
annoyance,
is not fuel,
It is light.
To iluminate the mudd,
Sticks, and half-dried concrete,
That slow me down.
So that I can clean it.
I return to my train,
And enjoy the glimmers of light
As I continue
Through a conscious life.
SickyBeat 