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Too much on the mind but not enough to say There's something magical about writing And coughing on the foam of a latte Too much to say but not enough to see Listening to the people singing
Once I found a coffee shop overlooked by a thousand Others. Through the glass, a thousand Others I ignored back. The sky carried dark clouds on its back.
(Businessman Perspective) Cold and hungry as I tried to find a place to rest, I finally see a small warm cafe at the end of the road. I started to jog and cross my arms in front of my chest,
If an island ever daredTo be stranded with meI'd take my laptopAnd a coffee shopWith the wi-fi free
There was nothing I could do. Every cell in me has my cloned identity swirling at its core; Every cell in me froze- Programmed the same to do so- When my very essence had its epiphany. It was a serendipity