Once again I sit here
in this busy coffee shop
listening to the drama unfold
between lovers lost and
kids sipping hot cocoa
while mothers read and fathers
are still at work, at least
that's what they say.

There's an artist drawing
heavily in a sketchbook
there's an anime character
with eyes like fields of
bluebells, she's beautiful
just like him.

Everlasting days pass quite
quickly when I'm here
watching people getting caught
in the virtual spiderwebs of
internet surfing and the
moral strength of ignoring
cheesy compliments with
unhealthy intentions.

Now that I think about it,
I'm probably better off without
this nonsense, but i enjoy it
far too much to go anywhere else.