Shhhh, quiet time is now.

My mind rocks and rages as i ponder the pages of a book i've yet to write.
The morning arrives here with a yawn, the early dawn, no nook without light.

I crawl out of bed, no sleep for my head, slip out to the stoop for a smoke.
Words slip and slither, nor do they dither out of  a mind that just awoke.

I'm hungry, oh so hungry, alike both body and soul.
I ponder, yes i ponder, about heading towards that goal.

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So... what i'm really thinking here is... all i'm dressed in is a night robe... i could grab my keys and wallet and drive to an establishment with drive through capabilities and get something to eat...

I really don't feel like dressing..

Tricky...
Oh so tricky...