Something out of Nothing

Settling down in my seat

Move around a little bit

To find the spot that fits me.

Ensconced in a throne of cushion

Self-proclaimed Queen of Words,

I look around hopefully.

Silence the mind, still the heart

Chant “Om” a few times…

Waiting for a story to rescue me.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Buck up! There’s loads left to do!

 

No time to waste on dreaming!

Well, that’s the end of this tale. Regretfully.

 

 

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