Too Early…..

I woke too early

this morning

too early for work

too late for dreams

I saw the morning light

pressed against the blind

eager to get in

its fingers peeping

through the side slits

I thought….

about the currency  of time

the acquiescence of youth

the enigma of truth

so many questions

yet, the fundamentals are few

uncertainty fosters curiosity

and so the day begins…..


Thatcher Doran

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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