The Lost Hours

An early alarm, I get out of bed

characters, plots going round in my head

a quick check of Twitter with my first sip of tea

a full hour later I’m still pressing re-tweet.

STOP my mind says

close the page, shut it down

you have work to do so quit clowning around

I sneak onto Facebook while my brain isn’t looking

what’s on in my world, is breakfast cooking?

has the dog been re-homed or missing cats found?

is the weather OK, is there ice on The Mound?

but what if I don’t press the ‘like’ button in time?

will my horoscope tell me I’ve ran out of spine

the end is near for my heels that dig in

just one more refresh and then I’ll begin

It’s all nonsense and gossip, it just tears you away

from the task you had hoped to complete today

whats another hour wasted checking my mail

will I ever sit down and just write my next tale?