Need of coffee :)

     Grand clouds. Puffy and
light.

     Today I want to see gray
hard clouds. See the sky turn
maddening. Only because my
temperment is off.

     Slow are the eyes. Droopy
they are becoming, with so
  much to do.

     Drift, drift is what my
eyes are doing. My mind in a
puddle. Messy.

     Distance needed yet stumble,
now, for need to be stationary.
   Quake for necessary blinks.

     Lift head and seek answers.
Hope that mind becomes more
  alert. All when time needs,
when a cynical laugh
  exists my being.

    Sarcasm at its best.
Care to stroll with me in maddening
  echoes?

    Oh just buy, hand me
  a tall, dark coffee.

        Alert I must become!