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As I sit on this breakfast table
Morning still Somber, out the window
My thoughts cruise, imagination able
Exploring a world of dreams.
As the past and present give rise to hypotheticals
A Tea That Tastes Of Nostalgia
Breakfast churning,
Making these thoughts butter
As I sit on this breakfast table.
Head stuck in a void
Consciousness in somber. Perhaps, sober
Witness to all my thoughts, coasting by;
Intruding into the future;
Carelessly getting lost in the past
Where nostalgia lasts
Good morning, wherever you are 🙂
Sircharlesthepoet 