5:00 am (Writing Workshop)
The fire of the lamp burns my tired eyes
The plastic sound of the screen weighs in my ears
The window fighting against the wind
The trees dancing on the far away
My back is vanishing as sand that has been touched
My eyes dimming as the time passes
The tsunami of emails drowns me
Time doesn’t’ work when the terminal is on
My hard drive looks at me with inquisitives eyes
It’s time to stop
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