I miss writing everyday.
My life is average
I don’t rescue people from burning buildings
or walk the catwalks of fashion, darlings.
Typing without looking is how I make my earnings.
I can type with my eyes closed,
I can type with a plugged nose,
I can even type while being composed.
“Can I take a message?” are my favorite words.
But sometime I rather stare at bluebirds.
But alas, I know that this story only short term
in that, everyday I am closer to my long term
In the mean time I will daydream, like a bookworm.
And that’s just fine by me,
As long as I have coffee,
my doggy and my dearie,
I’m content with being average.
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