You drank too much coffee
And now your hands are shaking
And your whole body is aching.
A restless soul: fighting, breaking,
In the morning’s soft light
And air’s winter smell.
Oh, but it’s cold
And you wish you were told
How to survive with a sensitive heart,
A strong mind and loneliness.
Yet, I guess you knew all along:
× dedicated to the restless souls that love coffee, art & poetry