That sip of coffee,
whose taste runs into the skin
That drag of smoke,
which exhales worries, and so much more
That pulsating ecstasy,
leading to an unknown kiss
That river of relief,
flowing cold, on the rocks
That needless radiant watch,
meant to show the current times

O' life, a magician thou art

Glorious are your depictions,
insidious your schemes.
What do you hide,
with all your might,
behind these glittering scenes?