Whimsical Thoughts

Stormy's Poetry Contest Due February 4.

The small cafe was empty
Not a single soul in sight
A telephone was ringing
Twas the middle of the night

I don’t like people at all
I get lost when they’re around
Interaction is not missed
Contact with me won’t be found

Time is just a concept here
No big deal to one who’s lost
I roam around my own mind
A vacation at no cost


phone missed people contact interaction lost time cafe