Sitting at the coffee house

Thinking about life

I sip on apple cider

The cinnamon smell

Night or day I can’t even tell.

Glad to just relax.

 

This isn’t a high or low I’m just laying back,

I’m just looking at life’s facts.

Seeing them so close

You’d think I’m wearing contacts.

 

I think about all the people that have dissed me,

I think about my mom who misses me,

I think about my life’s phase that will soon fade.

I think about flavors,

Chocolate or glazed.

 

This isn’t a high or low I’m just laying back,

I’m just looking at life’s facts.

Seeing them so close

You’d think I’m wearing contacts.

 

I think about people’s lives I can save,

To leave a legacy of a road I paved,

To enjoy a good life that I crave,

To be able to have weekends that last 5 days.

To have God cast away my enemies

And then be left stranded

Like castaways.

This isn’t a high or low I’m just laying back,

I’m just looking at life’s facts.

Seeing them so close

You’d think I’m wearing contacts.

 

Sometimes I let my brain go on autopilot

Because after a dream

I make lyrical discoveries.

Sometimes all I need is something extra.

Be it a pump, sugar, or spice

This sanctuary is just too nice.

The coffee house.