I let my cup of coffee go cold

It shakes with every stroke of a pen

A chocolate chip from a biscuit dip

Looks lonely

Floating around the edge of the cup

I tip the cup

& swirl it

The chip follows

like a sheep

Is this chocolate chip supposed to represent me?

Why am I alone in a pool of cold coffee?

Is this what could happen if I don't seize the day?

This is what's happening isn't it?

My coffee is getting cold

My window of opportunity is shrinking 

Stop watching television

Pick up a pen & finish book 3