Chill Out Café

I'm sitting in the café thinking about things, watching the people walk by

I wonder where they've come from, where they're going to, and why

I let my imagination take me where it wants to go

I think about their lives and families, the life that they might know

They come and go in their private world. Their body language speaks to me

I don't really know these people, but I'm curious to know

I try a little empathy and let my feelings flow

I wonder if they wonder, about me sitting in a fish bowl

I while away an hour or so in my favorite chill-out zone

I sit in my local café sipping coffee on my own