The shadows on the wall, They make you succumb to the call Of their originating source, And ebb takes you to the flow: You relive bright memories With the taste of burnt coffee And shades of evening, sprawling on all - You relive the bright memories To mitigate the eternal maul. Absorbed in the twinkle of a tear drop, A rueful smile dances on the confines of lips, The passing youth carries a sorrowful hint: Shadows linger just down the hearty hall. And shared caffeine actually tasted better...