Some say, ‘Don’t grow up,’
but I jumped in, and can say,
‘that it is a trap!’
I tread carefully,
across the scattered corn flakes,
decorating the floor.
Strange things do happen,
on my computer each day,
but it isn’t bugged.
I sit here writing,
and let the keyboard guide me:
I just want coffee.
No photos today,
the rain fell and kept falling
but no puddle pics.
