Behind my eyes, there's light and vim//And in my hands, coffee...
Dreaming of living a life wild and free//The steam like clouds, making shapes as I sip...
The rain kissed me softly//A gentle, good morning//I woke with a smirk...
All the Rest
On some days you'll win//All the rest, you'll fit in
The Magic of Real Life
A coffee and pen//Daydreaming again//Trying to imitate the magic of real life//As I write
I'm not in the machine, near as I am to its lair...
Now these scars are familiar things like my endearing coffee rings...
Dear Love of My Life
I'll be waiting for you if you wait for me too.
Coffee Shop Hours
I promise it won't be long until every sentence breathes