Ticker (coffee)


Swirl my coffee around-
It's half past four,
Try to sleep off the days before.
Windows never move-
Seasons never change,
Hiding from the world again.
Watching their lips move-
I'm not hearing any sounds,
Not sure I want too anyhow.
Every tree has a story-
Holding years of secrets,
Guess I'll just watch them blow away.

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