The Happy Hobo.

Monday, April 04, 2011

Crashing down the road.

Up at 4:26 in the morning,
waiting for the crack of dawn, as I write.
I write of simple things,
of how the morning brew gets me or them little thoughts which I remember so vivid,
Silent connections,
and lyrics
from faraway,
it's hitting the right spot,
just in case you didn't know.
Open ended,
words unspoken, silent woes,
I'm not ending this, not at all.
Let's walk down the park, shall we?

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