My headache is gone,
the heavy mind clouds are gone,
and the sky is clear.
The problem with time,
it’s like water through your hands,
here, yet flowing free.
The painting is naff,
watercolour startup attempts,
with no character.
I’m two cofffees up,
plus one tea and orange juice,
or just orange squash.
I’ve started a blog,
of some photgraphs I take,
just to make a start.
Where will it lead us,
all these little starts and things,
will it change the soap.
The office is small,
one point eigth by three point two,
office and man cave.
Yes there’s a window,
I watch cars and people pass.
out walking their dogs.
I’ve just got too much,
too much this and too much that,
and that’s the problem.
Tomorrow is work,
back to grind stone of a job,
that is too busy.
For now I’ll relax,
do the things I want to do,
and what I need to.
