Solum Mane

20 ticks past 8 He clocked,

and Slowly he began to walk.

Only for to sit back down,

Light a smoke to lift a frown,

Puff of darkened air expels,

Followed with a lengthy sigh.

Not the slightest bit compelled

This morning he had wondered why.

His phone did ring, the tone did sing

Yet he could not be bothered.

Half awake he gazes til

His mind begins to wander

Toward no destination

save for That of skies above.

Until he’d fallen back asleep

Even Though he’d slept enough.

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