Sitting in a cafe and listening to some soul

sitting in a cafe and I listen to some soul

hidden temporarily from the world outside cold

writing is my salvation and my only goal

my disposition is sadly neither courageous nor bold.

I reflect on the day and events gone by

I struggle with my fears and of course I try

I total up my losses and I have stopped asking why

Am I honest to myself or is this another lie.

I miss my family and I missed my friend

But I miss my writing the most and thats all in the end

For people come and people will go

But words once written wont change from coal to snow

Surrounded by technology and served by no one

I think I am an expert but I have barely begun

To chronicle these daily imagined pain

And sit in a cafe and listen to some music again


Author: Ajay Ohri

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