At a Coffee Shop

Rays of sun cut glass like butter knives,
Bustling Coffee Shop and messy hair,
My mind polluted with many thoughts of life
Destroyed. Drained from living a life too bare.

This stiff armchair and strong waft of burnt bean
Seem too familiar. Feelings untapped;
Life is a crowded street; I pass unseen.
Predictable days, previously mapped.

I scan the room for spontaneous souls,
Ones who break barriers and live their lives
Fearless. Who can teach me to dig new holes
Of unprompted spirit? Heart takes a dive,

But corpse still sits immovable, nervous
A smile, a sip, a cause, breaks my surface.

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