Praveen Kumar 
sitting in the coffee shop on a cold and rainy afternoon clutching a cup of hot cappuccino i watch the world go by
sporting a couple of tattoos with a stern face i stare at all - young and the old that walk past
used to laugh at used to make fun of people peering from the inside of a cafe lazily killing time seemingly doing nothing
my ego that once clouded me just ran away in the face of adversity my pride rooted out and now replaced by humility
now watching the world go by from inside the same cafe all the hurt inside hidden so well i seem strong enough on the surface i seem like a hardened warrior
fear written all over my eyes i was scared but no one would listen cause no one cared
now, sitting in an obscure coffee shop abandoned in my fame struggling within i sit here
i sit here wondering what the hell is wrong (with me!) loved by all one day loathed by everyone, the next
with no place to call home i wander lonely as a cloud going nowhere being everywhere
when my time comes forget the wrong i may have done forget the tears i made you shed just remember me as the stranger in paradise fighting hell within
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note: initially inspired by an article i read over yday
First written and published on July 8, 2008 and re-published on Dec 12, 2019.
