I sit here, watching
the hustle and bustle of people.
They go this way to those things
or that way to get whatever.
The murmur of unified, singular conversations.
A child cries in the distance.
For what, I ask.
Food?
A toy?
The love of a lost parent?
My thoughts drift with the scent of cheap food.
A lie in and of itself.
The ice in my too expensive coffee shifts. Melting.
Mini glaciers succumbing to the rising temperature.
Focus.
Young love strides by.
A peacock, plumage on display.
I don't think she is buying it.
But the one walking past is.
I take another sip of my now watered down caffeine.
If only refreshing were the right word.
What else do I have to do today?
Clean the kitchen? No.
Wash the car? Nope.
Cook dinner? Not today.
I will continue to sit here.
Ponder life's greatest mysteries.
All in the company of people I don't know.
