COFFEE SHOP

Sitting in a coffee shop
Thinking of a vibe to cop
I could imitate the one who hates
All the lies that makes us rot

Maybe I should play the clown
Or the child who wears a frown
But if I recreate my one true face
I am sure to let you down

Twenty seventh day of April
Looking at the dust on my window sill
Dreaming of the day when I can say
That my life is not a waste
Not a waste- is my life a waste?

Doctor, I don’t feel quite sane
‘Cause my head feels like a drain
Emptying my  mind of solid thoughts
They come down like drops of rain

Maybe I should have a drink
Maybe that would help me think
But if I must endure these endless waves
Then my boat will surely sink

Twenty seventh day of April
Looking at the dust on my window sill
Dreaming of the day when I can say
That my life is not a waste
Not a waste- is my life a waste?