Sitting at the breakfast table

20 Minutes to 7 I hear

The voice on the radio say

I stare into my coffee

My eyes following the tiny clouds

of milk swirl around my cup

The monotonous voice on the radio fades away

As my mind wanders off to a distant place

A place where the who, where, when and why of the life

Is presented in front of me

Still as confusing as hell

Confusing and swamped in disarray

Just like it was

The many times I've seen it before

Nothing had changed

Yet the questions still linger

The answers not found

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep

The radio sounds

And zaps me into reality

7.00 am , late for work