more chances to be here
i would like more coffee more chances to be here and not there i would like to smile at old people and forgive the ones who crossed me i would like to cherish the little puddings they sell in the cafe i don’t visit enough and the man who gracefully brings me water knowing i’ll be thirsty here i am stuck in the cycle of things wondering if i could break free even just for a moment so that i could taste more purely from the river of life without it being poured for me