Cobwebs and coffee..

Cobwebs and coffee...

If I sit here much longer, I’m sure I’ll stick.
Trying hard to write lyrics, but the words,
don’t come quick.
 
I’m sipping up coffee across from the hall,
the mans brushing water as I get my call,
I pray calm, as my minds in a squall.

They say it’s long distance my heart skips a beat,
I’m trying so hard just to get to my feet.

But the voice it’s friendly,
soon I start to feel good.
And the man now wipes away cobwebs,
it’s smartly done, like only he could.

What price a cobweb to clear,
he'd gently whisper in each ear.
me I’m just not prepared to hear,
clarity the price to pay.

Do spiders live forever,
as legends never die.
While needing inspiration,
one catches my eye.

Seven swings of gallantry,
and Bruce became a king.
If I lived with a cave of spiders,
would I not, be able to sing.

Soon I’m on my own again,
coffee ordered not quite ground.
Cobwebs away and a thinking brain,
words they come slow, but profound.