Thoughts From A Coffee Shop — Thoughts #5



None of it matters.

We talk so loud,

All we want is to be heard, to be listened to,

But it falls on deaf ears.



I want to vanish.

I wonder what it’d be like to disappear, to get up and go somewhere,

To be anywhere but here,

But alas, I have things to do and people to love,

So I remain.



In this body,

In my home,

In my decisions,

By my phone,

Under your thumb,

Under the gun,

Under everything bigger and scarier than me,

Under the sun.



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