The meetings are boring,
And the meetings are long.
The meetings are dreadful,
And wretched, and wrong.
But there's one thing that
I can get from meeting:
A freedom to drift
To thoughts normally fleeting.
There I sit, in a room,
Bored, in a chair,
And oblivious to the meanderings
Around me. Without a care.
And then my mind wanders
Like a fly and a shoo,
And where it falls
Is gently upon you.
Monday, January 11, 2010
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