I’m in the not-all-the-way-awake place,
Just enough over the borderline to type,
String words together in a semi coherent sense,
Trying not to fall off a cliff
And crash into nonsense,
But looking for the magic in between,
Hoping some of it got dragged across,
And I can find it before it snaps back
Where it’s safe from the logic
Of those people who are always saying
Magic and mystery make no sense, and
Where would we be if everybody thought like that? Or
It’s time to grow up and be responsible.
Anyway, that’s why I haven’t had coffee yet.
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