Who is joe and why do i have his cup
Theta was here, yawning and stretching in the morning for he loved the morning and would never want the feeling to die.
My lungs come alive and roar with both inhale & exhale while my head aches
A gather my clothing and head for the shower for i no longer lay
The trees rustle like bushes in a war my heartbeat mimics the battle drums
I ponder while the water smothers me, I wonder what I’ll accomplish or see
In the living room I turn on the tv & throw myself to the couch while info is poured
Now I’m hungry i make myself a sandwich while I eat extra ingredients mentioned
I open the door to fresh air scraping my eyes while life is still somewhat dull