think

today I'm hungry
I need to get out,
start doing
it's like everyday
is spent lost inside
talking to no one
sharing nothing

Did Moshe talk to himself?
before the renting of egyptian cotton
plotting out his next move
the words of entreaty
or was it like marriage
where no thought was his own
or needed to be
each worry lovingly responded,
and disposed

*sigh*
mine just pile up and fester