

Thursday MorningMy mind is blank As I stare at this clean white paper Ready to write Ready for my words to take me somewhere else And feel as if The ink staining the paper Is one of the most beautiful things But I can’t sleep The bed is too warm And all I can do Is plug myself into the voices and chords of other people And I know tomorrow is Thursday morning Technically it already is Even though somewhere in the back of my head I know I need rest I’m restless I really don’t want to sleep tonight Because tomorrow is Thursday morning And it just doesn’tThursday Morning
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