My cup of tea
Has gone cold.
I’m poised
I have toes over edge
I hold my breath
There is no room
For tea.
It comforts me
To know It’s there
Waiting.
A good friend
My cold cup
To my busy mind....
My mind could win
In a flash.
Thoughts race easy.
I want a trophy
I want champagne
I want to be on the cover
Of a racing magazine
My mind. The clear winner....
I go places
In moments I go back
Memory tied
To feelings felt
When I wanted to be anywhere
But there or there
Stuck with it now
Drifting
I forget the feeling
And just wonder why...