Everything and nothing…

It’s wet and quiet here tonight, and my thoughts are detached from my mind.

Chain tobacco, and green beers keep me warm,

and the fire whispers from it’s place in the corner .

I sit here alone, by myself, and I think.

My thoughts are heavy, and weighing me down.  Tense, is my shoulders woe…

Then Mary reaches out to me,   so I pick up my bic, and reach back.

Puff, puff…                                          …and one for ‘good luck…

“That’s the bugger”  My thoughts say to Mary.

My body relax’s and molds to the couch,  and my troubles reduce half their size,

I lose track of time as I nicely unwind,

I feel everything settle,  I think .

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb,   merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily….

Could my life really be  ‘but a dream..’?Image


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