Monday, September 7, 2009

Coffee and Cigarettes

Contemplating my contempt
Trying to understand the why of it all
What was the reason of my being here?

Staring at the world outside
Over a cold cup of coffee
And a cigarette

No one to understand
What the meaning of existence is
The life we all endure

We're born
We die
Everyone cries

Over a cold cup of coffee
And a cigarette

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