VYD3N - Coffee Shop Corners

Steamed windows, murmured voices
Wooden tables bearing stories untold
I sit, a quiet shadow in the corner
Watching life unfold like pages in a book
There's safety behind the glass
Watching the world without a word
Outsider looking in, finding peace
In the silence of my unspoken thoughts
The old man with his newspaper, crinkling
A couple leans close, whispers over coffee
I imagine their lives, spin tales from threads
Each sip, a story, each glance, a chapter
Drawn to the rhythm of routine and rush
This window frames the art of everyday
An attachment grows with each observed moment
Here, in the quiet buzz of the café life
Should I step into the canvas I admire
Join the chatter, break my silent vow
Yet, here I stay, a specter in the backdrop
Comfort in the barrier that words can't breach
Perhaps, one day, my voice will join the chorus
But today, I'm just a painter with no brush
This corner, my refuge, where dreams are silent
Yet, within me grows a hope to find my voice
Someday to weave myself into the narrative
Until then, I'll observe, and quietly rejoice
This corner, my refuge, where dreams are silent
Yet, within me grows a hope to find my voice
Someday to weave myself into the narrative
Until then, I'll observe, and quietly rejoice

Written by:
Robert Hollingsworth

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