Blue Stoplights - Breakfast

Wait up
For the smell of my past fires
To spill out from spiraled fibers
To blow in
Through the window I left open
In my attempt to feel the morning
The knobs have fallen off
Of the doors I thought were locked

Hurry
Breakfast is almost ready
Please get out of bed already
We don't have much time to waste
And we're already running late

Wake up
To the smell of burning eggs
But I think that they can wait
Burnt eggs aren't the worst to taste

Written by:
Robert Biegalski

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