I am an explorer of souls
My ears and eyes my vessel
The coffee shop my microcosm
Each person has a story created by me
I navigate the terrain of their crooked smiles and baggy eyes
and create the geological history of their heart
Its an arduous task,
being an explorer of souls
Sometimes their sadness leaks inside me,
a vast river of tears
But sometimes their joy radiates everywhere,
the great sun radiating down upon me