the darker the roast the more it brightens my day now that’s ironic
deep in our psyches we are all brave explorers if we want to be
we scribble out words because often times it’s the only voice we have
it is comforting to think we are watched over protected from harm
meant for warmer times the stand is shuttered; sometimes cold can be too cold
lurking in shadows moving quietly at night spreading happiness
staking your claim to a little slice of the world that also owns you
no matter the smile the vacant, distant stare can be unsettling
as the city hum grows a moment appears above and all is quiet
we take it lightly the responsibility and rarely stop first
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