you sit there looking outside the glass enclosure
as thinking goes on, questions float in the air like fears
all sorts, in all colors, mostly darker than the blue of
a denim
you hold a cup of coffee but not drinking it yet
you look at its fumes, and smell it like a smoke from an old friend's cigar
always, you remember, what good was there before
even in those days of fear and trembling, there is always a lesson learned
five friends of yours swing the door in
they are here for coffee too and for the boisterous talks
loud words, restless phrases, listless laughter
you do not like this situation, it is too alienating,
solitude is broken like a saucer that falls to the tiled floors
what a wreck
they look at you, an alien, a freak, they name you but not your name
even if they are not going to utter it, but you know what they are apt to
"exclude, that freak!" he is not one of us.
you stand, you walk away, you leave, they have invaded your world
and you do not like it: somehow this world is too huge for narrow minds
outside, the garden beams with greenness,
sunlight and silence go hand in hand, -- a beautiful yet lonely world
it is all yours now.
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