Here I sit
coffee in hand
wondering maybe if
and maybe so
but like the
steam that rises
from my coffee
I know that
what escapes never
comes back and
what is cooled
rarely ever warms
Here I sit
coffee in hand
wondering maybe if
and maybe so
but like the
steam that rises
from my coffee
I know that
what escapes never
comes back and
what is cooled
rarely ever warms