I stand in line
Waiting for my coffee
Not a thought in my mind
And then one enters
The thought of how thoughtless I am
How vacuous my mind is
Why do I so rarely wonder
So rarely toy with things beyond me
Where are the thoughts of my youth
And am I the person I used to be?
The barista handed me my coffee
I didn’t realize that I had already paid
I smiled and left the shop
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I haven’t read your work in quite a while.. it’s good to see you here..
this piece left a strange impression on me.. it seems simple, but I believe there’s much more to it.. the idea itself is a paradox.. in any case, I liked it 🙂
Thank you, good to see you too! Just found out the site was back up.
This is an interesting piece.
As someone whose mind never stops, I’d do most anything for a break – away from myself.
Enjoyed this.
Ditto Rome’s comments, plus I find myself standing in line for coffee a lot as well.