Early Morning
© 2018 by P Michael Biggs
It’s early – too early for my taste.
Sleep left me, so I stopped the chase.
So here I sit
for a little bit.
Did I mention it’s early for my taste?
I’m chasing thoughts,
At the moment, they’re all in knots
They come and go,
they ebb and flow
The question might be to write or not.
So here I sit in the quiet morning time.
I wish ideas cost only a dime.
I’d buy a bunch
and write till lunch
Then can I call it my bedtime?
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