*Wherever they are
Would you let these thoughts and dreams profound
Settle to the base of your stomach
Like that stray grains of coffee grounds
Not filtered through the thinness of society
But strained through the fibers of the heart
Ever flowing from the the mind
Until the truth is boiled down
And at the bottom of the cup found*
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
*Wherever they are
Would you let these thoughts and dreams profound
Settle to the base of your stomach
Like that stray grains of coffee grounds
Not filtered through the thinness of society
But strained through the fibers of the heart
Ever flowing from the the mind
Until the truth is boiled down
And at the bottom of the cup found*
Have a cup on me my friend. Because life is too short.
