Pipe Dreams

Sitting in self enforced silent solitude mind racing madly trying to catch A train of thought Sipping a second coffee in hope of more awareness Seeking the comfort in clarity of thought and grasping smoky tendrils of half-baked muddy pie ideas Sun's been up for hours birds are on their after feeding chorus The second of the day No wind heavy dew Fourth of July Freedom is lonely as ever Time flashes back to stand in cold wet heather watching fog rise on gorse filled hills what's next? Today