Too early for a daydream
Too late for a nightmare
Wannabe skyscrapers, grey with the autumn
Cold
Reflect in puddles of glass
Then destroyed by pigeons that
Tiptoe between spent cigarettes
Resentment is a geyser
Trepidation a chasm every 2nd step ahead
Electronics fill the vacuum of space,
My mind drifts with too much time to fill
Each factor of my morning and life
And day and tomorrow and
Tomorrow is broken down further to its component
Parts
Too early for a daydream
Too late for a nightmare
These are just fears.
