I am having wayward thoughts
I am contemplating
Life beyond the curtain of the law
I am transgressing my position
I am dreaming dreams unbidden
I am having wayward thoughts
That I may have had before
This morning I slept later
Than my alarm would normally summon
And this morning I walked faster
Then I usually do, to work
But my eyes were half in slumber
All this morning, the office tundra
Made my sleeping eyes so tired
And my sleepy movements jerk
I am scattered across papers
I am reaching for my coffee cup
I am scattered across continents
I have barely woken up
I am dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
I am having wayward thoughts
And the directions they are travelling
Maybe I’ve always sought
I would like to say I’m trying
I am trying, to get my numb work done
But it’s hard to write these letters
When I’m far away, still asleeping,
Far away, my suit undone.
The feeling is one of unravelling here…intriguing, Katie, intriguing…
G
About as intriguing as feeling very tired and having a terrible bout of Mondayitis. Anything, well almost anything, would have been better than going to work this morning. This morning I would have liked to have been a pastry chef.