At the Coffee Shop

searching ones inner slef and mind.

Sitting in a coffe shop,
looking all around,
lookingfor a familiar face,
searching out in vain.

Lost in thought,
lost in my worls,
no one hears me,
am i hear at all?

Downed my coffee,
alll i see are grounds,
supposed to be something,
supposed to be profound.

All I see is sludge,
and the next $1.50
I don't have,
Where will it come from
To Be poor, to be sad.

I have other riches
I have my soul
I have what God gave me
The courage to dig out of this hole.

I cry when I'm sad,
I struggle to be happy,
I long to laugh,
To be carefree,
to exist happilly,
and just to BE

from the depths of despair,
i ache for comcession,
from the whole in my heart,
I search for my healing