At a Coffee Shop

January 1, 2009
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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