Is it morning? What did I dream about? Does it matter? Is there time for a cigarette and breakfast? What about the stop for iced coffee? Flickers of images... A sign? My Gods? Are they here and are they listening? Do I make an offering or is it all in my head? The car ride is normal. Music or a book, that doesn't matter either.
Every morning, a question of what matters.
The dreams, the rush, the workday...
When does what I see, what I want...