My morning coffee break
takes me away from the pressures of the real world
but allows me to see the intangible
and it smears onto my fingertips in black and white
Yet for the first time
the intangible is well within reach
as I see myself bringing color
to something so blinded by the main subjects
who aren't really subjects at all
It's as if my skin is left on the front page
with my clone in the corner
two fingers in the air
A badge on blue behind
keeping things "in order"
for the main characters of this tribune

My lunch has no taste
cheese melted on chips
really a higher thought clouding minds
If it sits long enough
judgement becomes soggy with imposed ideas
and I'm overcome by nausea
because this is the real world
So why do I fight to keep this meal down?
I guess I'm afraid to let it come up
My body is telling me that it just doesn't feel right
but I'm more afraid of trusting myself
than I am of feeling sick
and my food for thought struggles to digest

My afternoon tea
brings wisdom into my grasp
The ancient teachings in these leaves of green
settle my stomach
and I get verbal with others in this cafe
Many like what I say
Others strongly disagree
because they are stuck in black and white
and they exist in the smear
that merely lives on some fingertips
easily washed away
or else fading with time
while more people are adding color
to pages never forgotten
and revolutionizing the flavor
of this food for thought