#1802-Thick

An early morning grey.

Thoughts bouncing around,

Feeling dense,

But making little sense.

Wish I could be back in bed.

Where it’s warm and safe.

Maybe then,

Swirling thoughts would

Drift away.

But it’s wishful thinking.

For it’ll be a busy day.

Perhaps coffee and cigarettes,

Will calm the nerves.

And if not,

I’ll worry about it then.