
Sniping away sleep,
not a shadow of remorse—
espresso, clean shot.

Sniping away sleep,
not a shadow of remorse—
espresso, clean shot.

Hidden in plain sight,
as the middle child, ignored,
blossom in a bush.

They shine, they darken—
a face for every season;
facades and humans.

One step at a time,
climbing fortune-studded stairs—
momentary joy.

Colourful, shiny;
a possession to posses—
material things