In the Cafe

a budding writer,
a burgeoning artist,
the anti-hero,
the uninspired boy,
so different yet so alike,
held together by the thread of hope
and promise of tomorrow.

behind them, i watch inside the cafe
i think, i ponder while the music plays
all around me, people murmur and go about
their regular business of common chitchat

outside, i see these four souls struggling to find
their special space in this world
the glass between, 
it’s clear so them, i see.
the glass between,
so real, divides.

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