Me and the van, the fridge whirring
Music all day, words trying to get out
No paper, no write
Words lost
Maybe more tomorrow
Write like others paint
Set the scene or put words to their music?
Waiting
Petie gone for a nap
Dave not here yet
Bed made
Wait for beer
She's here
Listen to Tolle, be in the present
Don't use the past to think about the future
Just be
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