another dreary winter day
another quiet morning
another stretch and sip of tea
another round of yawning
looking out the window
looking for something unknown
looking for the eagle
purching greatly on his thrown
what I see is moss on trees
and what I hear is singing
but what am I to make of this
if nothing has a meaning?
I think too much when I wake up
I need to think of breathing
I need to get perspective on
this life that I've been leading
so I'll take another sip of tea
and go and take a shower
and take some time to think
while I'm just taking in the flowers
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