early morning walks
when the sun has yet to show it's face, the moon still up and bright
where the birds sound like they work on walk street
and the coffee shop is quiet and what it is suppose to be
are my favorite
when i think about rising at this time
the cold, the effort in getting dressed, in snapping bebe on
in leaving behind all the fuzzy legs in the bed
i don't like this time
being forced to get out there makes me thankful
it is the ultimate in thinking time
when i am pseudo alone with my brain
where i bounce my mind off a chatty girl
and i feel alive
i feel promise
spark
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so i am putting my best foot forward and trying to turn these conversations into reality
to be productive with what i can be
feel encouraged and full of great promise
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can i do it, can i carve out this time for me
even though the idea makes me groan
or am i living in a fantasy land
and in reality it is the four shots of espresso that are helping
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