Today slips past dawn when I yawn.
Asking myself why I was born?
Slipping past noon that came too soon.
No answers appeared in its fiery plume.
At three I was surprised with tea.
Only biscuits and tea to feed me.
Twilight a highlight swept in the stars.
No answer appeared so far.
After dinner I jumped into bed truly fed.
Now sleep and dreams were in my head.
All was quiet in the middle of the night.
An answer appeared but I lacked insight.
Thursday, February 25, 2021