Conception of a Caffeinated Mind


Consuming coffee through my lips,
No sensation does exist.
Unsought observations,
Met by small town conversations.
Clothed by morality are strangers faces,
Masked for what?
Thinking we'll get to beautiful places.
Mystery music plays in sync,
To the sound of my ambiguity.
Waiters often replicate,
Imitated humility.
My mind is puzzled by what transpired,
Here in this seat where another humans craves were acquired.

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