Frantic Midnight Energy

Sitting at the kitchen table in my boxers,
Shivering with the cold at 3am,
Not sleeping because it's weird being happy.
Stitching the seams to the dawn chorus,
Thinking how hard the hard way must be.
No metaphors here, transparence,
And gratitude.

Copyright 2001 Adam Lyons


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