Coffee Shop

Untitled I know you wouldn’t want me after hearing what I did. Oh, it could only spook you. You are so limited. You have the choice of seeing things all sparkling new and clear, And choose to understand the world in anger and in fear. Your judgment leaves the both of us sad and very old. What can I do to shake you up? You once were brave and bold. Why do you grope for satisfaction in that dark black death? Just open up your mouth so you can take in a new breath.