Table side

Sitting somber table side

Fears and thoughts compond collide

Dark and dead I feel inside

 

I peer out, gazing into city streets

I am hopeless and wait for one to meet

But what will I attract, emanating defeat?

 

City style lifts me up

In the company of Thinking Cup

A sun, a breeze, offers my mind a tune up

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