I could sit here
engrossed in a book
scheming like a crook
dreaming of a brook
for hours that it took;
I could sit here
entwining our hands
making sweet plans
eyes roaming the lands
the future in a glance;
I could sit here
pondering the past
why good things don't last
why time fly so fast
leaving questions in a vast;
I could sit here
conceiving
fantasizing
daydreaming
doing nothing.
- Coffee Girl
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