Dawn breaks.

I light a cigarette and ponder whilst steadily flowing traffic takes unwilling workers to hours of obligation.

Another tab to delineate time,

A comforting nipple in a life of crime.

Footsteps hurry down a suburban street pacing a rhythm with anxious feet.

Welcome to Sky and people passing by, welcome to another day of making hay.

If, as some say, all energy is sound then what in the world makes the world go around,

Tomorrow, will everything be fine?  Can there be a new sun that rises oh so far away.  

Today, 6.44am, eat,smoke, interact as best one can, 

Forgive us lord of what or where,

our sins, 

our souls laid bare. 

Honesty.

Honesty was a man I met once with a ten minute memory. Never knew if he told a lie. Doubt if he ever made anyone cry.

Least of all himself.