Morning Thoughts

The early morning is when

I ride this bus

That’s always freezing cold

And everyone’s plugged in

The early morning is when

My imagination runs wild

As I stare out the window

And fantasize that I’m someone else

The early morning is when

the day begins for those of us

Who hustle in the city

Try to make ends meet

And daydream about the time

away from our cubicles

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