sipping green tea, i need to make calls, the morning is slipping by, deadlines are looming, but the sky is bright after a night of storms, the moment is slipping, yet i procrastinate, there will be time for writing, time to finish what must be done, there will be time, there will always be time, i tell myself, as the days grow shorter, and the sun rises lower, but the weekend is here, and it is time to once again drink all night, like a miner with a pay check, then buy strong coffee in the morning at the corner cafe, to watch for monsoons or sleep beneath stars, and to dream of what lies just over the horizon, but for now i sip green tea, and procrastinate
sipping green tea
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