The task is done.
Your ideas have seen their five minutes of fame
and you're looking around, desperately seeking
for a pal with spare smokes.
The cups of coffee (was it five?)
that you've downed stir fretful memories
of that one time, your fingers shook as though
they've been attached to live wires.
You sigh and resign yourself to the fact
that yes, this day will not be sourly missed.
You heave that last thought and hurry
your mind to receiving tomorrow.