Past 4 here on a Saturday.
Too cold to be outside.
I’ve been thinking about soliloquy.
Deep thoughts I could confide.
But there’s something in the way here.
And its nothing going on.
No mystery, no drama.
No cutthroats with a Con.
I’m not saying that I miss them.
Have they changed or just got old?
The sun has now dropped out of sight.
More old stories to be told.