winding down
when the mind is not cluttered
and thinking simply
a specific someone emerges
when the mind is not cluttered
and the first morning light pours in through the shades
thoughts of the end begin to tap you on the shoulder;
a harsh and nagging reminder
of the inevitable troughs
when the mind is not cluttered
and the fun has to stop
I muster up half a smile
thinking of how this moment will feel a month from now
as the fog rolls in
and thinking simply
a specific someone emerges
when the mind is not cluttered
and the first morning light pours in through the shades
thoughts of the end begin to tap you on the shoulder;
a harsh and nagging reminder
of the inevitable troughs
when the mind is not cluttered
and the fun has to stop
I muster up half a smile
thinking of how this moment will feel a month from now
as the fog rolls in
