It started at 3 am. Awoke annoyed about passive agressive boss. Trying to pray, trying to slug. Sirens sound, sleep lost a moon bright.
Prayed some more, finished The wine, feel asleep.
Birds, chirp dawn awaken, breakfast delivered. Scramble for The bus.
There seems to be lessons observed where ever I work. I Miss friend who died. It’s his study I carry one for The group, it’s his seat at The pub that’s not filled.
Mixed frustrations escalate. Keep me from a fight. Enjoy The plants and pray for The people.
A bus ride thought
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