Now and then,
I find it funny,
How I flip
Back and forth
Between in depth musings
And making tea
And that I do it
So easily,
Like day and night
It sometimes seems,
Like two different people
Sharing the same dreams
And it may be so,
One day I may find out
That there’s more than one,
A multitude of interlinked minds perhaps,
Doing everything
That needs to be done
To keep reality going,
Sometimes having fun
And at other times
As miserable as they come,
For as long at it takes,
But for now
It’s back to making tea,
Cooking supper
Exercising, showering
And doing laundry,
Until another fit
Of thinking bursts forth,
Like the birds at dawn,
Getting on,
With their mysterious tasks.
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Wednesday, March 21, 2012
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