the light comes in bright
to my right.
it's actually my left,
but I just wanted to rhyme here.
what the hell are we doing?
drinking coffee.
social media bullshit.
it's all so meaningless.
aside from the coffee.
I wish I could escape into this song.
we are all spoonerisms,
long serving listless endeavors,
squinting out windows
wishing for things we cannot name.
saying, maybe one day.