coffee shop
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Too much on the mind but not enough to say
There's something magical about writing
And coughing on the foam of a latte
Too much to say but not enough to see
Listening to the people singing
Once I found a coffee shop overlooked by a thousand Others.
Through the glass, a thousand Others I ignored back.
The sky carried dark clouds on its back.
(Businessman Perspective)
Cold and hungry as I tried to find a place to rest,
I finally see a small warm cafe at the end of the road.
I started to jog and cross my arms in front of my chest,
If an island ever daredTo be stranded with meI'd take my laptopAnd a coffee shopWith the wi-fi free
There was nothing I could do.
Every cell in me has my cloned identity
swirling at its core;
Every cell in me froze-
Programmed the same to do so-
When my very essence had its epiphany.
It was a serendipity
