It’s a dam dream 

To be able 

To give this empathy a direction 

To put it towards a story

And then give life to the feelings 

Sitting here in the coffee shop

Just watching 

The man who is old

Parkinson’s riddles his body and mind

Shaking to give a quarter

To the barista

The woman outside

Whole life

Her long legs and coy eyes 

Have been all people see

But shell show them all

With the book shes writing

That she can be tall dark and handsome 

And a dam good writer

These stories

In and out

Through my mind 

They float and they claw

Can’t leave this shit behind

Becoming A pro now

Sitting with resistance each morning

This is everything i have 

FUCK IT IMMA TRY