The gloomy weather speaks
While I'm sipping my favorite drink
Wondering how my day will be
If it will be just like all these years
The clock is ticking
Working how it should be
But sometimes I'm hoping
It stops and let me free.
People walk back and forth.
Living the fast phase world
Are they feeling my yearning?
Or it's just my mind that is freaking?
I'm gone tired of staring
So I asked for my free refill
Maybe another cup of coffee,
Can make my mind at peace.
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