The X-Factor

As the smoke wafted it's way up towards the ceiling
only to greet the ceiling fan to meet it's demise,
I had seen no hard evidence
the day had started, with my own eyes.

What if I were asleep and dreaming?
Then I would own this moment, all alone still;
but, if that were not I'd have to share it
with my brother "Time", who can alter my will.

Right now, I'm in the proverbial "pause" mode
where I'm allowed to drift in a limbowed vaccuum,
and the tiniest fraction of a millisecond lasts an hour
which is disheartening, when hoping that time'll resume.

I fixate on the day ahead of me
and focus my attention to the planned day,
How well had I done, and could I make a difference?
No, there's an X-Factor involved with the outcome, anyway.

My mind has no time on it's mind
so I flash back to yesterday, at night,
when I didn't "FWD" that lucky email
and that thought decidedly stirred up a fright !

I scream because the second hand is frozen on the clock !
and awaken from my slumber a refreshed man;
and chuckle with myself at the prospect of an X-Factor
as my cigar smoke wafts it's way towards the ceiling fan.