Twenty Minutes

Only twenty minutes

Till the ride comes

and the day starts

and I am immersed in the flow

of a thousand things

one of which might really matter.


Twenty minutes

to be alone

and to think about

what does matter

and to remember

or maybe long for

moments of joy.

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