5:15PM

A lighter flicks
A cigarette is lit.
A hot cup of coffee
Warms my upper lip.

Sitting, Dreaming, Music Playing
As I breathe, there's smoke emitting
Inhale, exhale more smoke appears
Across the road, something revealed.

Surrounded by books
I feel solace, as I should.
A cool breeze, people rejoice
Humidity rises, Tempers flare.

Pretentious people start to flock
Judgemental? Maybe, I don't give a f**k.
What's the point of all this?
Nothing really, just some random brain shit.

Time check? Its 5:15 PM