WishingWell
Well-known member
A Dream State
The sun feels warm this winter's morn'
But it's two degrees below
To my delight, the sun is bright
As I trudge through frozen snow.
I squeeze my way inside the train
Oblivious to the crowd
Already late--it's half-past eight
A voice announced the time aloud.
In my office, leaning back
In my familiar chair
Ideas I lack--my thoughts drift back
To last night's love affair.
The sun feels warm this winter's morn'
But it's two degrees below
To my delight, the sun is bright
As I trudge through frozen snow.
I squeeze my way inside the train
Oblivious to the crowd
Already late--it's half-past eight
A voice announced the time aloud.
In my office, leaning back
In my familiar chair
Ideas I lack--my thoughts drift back
To last night's love affair.