Tuesdays (1/2018)

I’m always up.
I never walk around.
Coffee all day and I leave the ground.

I’m always up.
I never hit the town.
Stay inside and mix my thoughts around.

Do you wonder where your words go
When you have nothing to say?
Always up, little brown beans on the marble.
Remnants of grounds and I’ve flown away.
I left the ground and nobody showed the way.
Wondered when words had nothing to say.

I’m always up.
I never make a sound.
I’m so quiet, I don’t realize I’m around.

I’m always up
Looking for what I’ve found.
I’m always up, so I’m always down.