The second coffee,
always seems to taste better,
and it’s more relaxed.
The joy of effort,
that crazily beautiful,
act of defiance.
It is fantasy,
to think we are only ones,
bored and distracted.
A dead man walking,
and can not see the writing,
plastered on the wall.
Life is far too short,
but rich, juicy and funny,
if you allow it.
