life, a dream?
coffeeshop musings
as i sat
in the coffeeshop
this afternoon
staring at faces
that walked past me
avoiding others
that glared at me
i wondered
what is left
when you've figured
life, in sum
is meeting some people
letting go others
adding a few great moments
subtracting some sad ones
multiplying the worries
dividing the pains
of everyday living
the little joys of giving
sitting by the window
at the coffeeshop
i wondered
what is left
as i saw
drop after drop
fall
into the puddle
beside the coffeeshop
is a dream
a bubble
we all live in
the bubble
we're all chasing
a dream
of a dream
of a dream
life ?
its funny i was talking to a friend online about what name to give this post, and was reminded of the song that goes like row row row your boat...and for the first time i realized i'd been singing the song wrong all my life. i always sang it as life is but a dream, apparently its life is just a dream! bah! unless of course my friend got it wrong;)
posted by the mad perfectionist @ 10:25 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Chasing a buble, sometimes for ever, sometimes until we understand,
Than just enjoying from out temporary leaving, leaving in a buble, isn't it exciting to float?
it is difficult to chase a dream when u are confined in a buble.
The windows of your coffeeshop seem a lot clearer than mine. The window I look out from at the moment, is a nicotine-stained, hazy plexiglas, like the warped ones in bus stations. Perhaps my 'dream' is one of oblivion rather than lucidity.
hugs
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