For Without Cream
Coffee in the morning rush
Walking to stay busy like the rest
Taking my sips of freedom
Sun is just high to see light
Pavement not yet warmed up
Traffic buzzing slow in attack
Yet something about this is off
Routines were never a favorite
Mondays remind me of the color blue
Office chatter and the days task at hand
Papers rustled and recycled
I feel fatigued at eight o'clock
For without the cream of life
Things are always the same
Separate but equal to nothing
Even the children are lost for passion
Flowers handle their fame
Night arrives on schedule
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