We all seem to be human, capable
Of rational thought and emotional
Expression, yet we pass slow, dreary days
Wasting the last vestiges of spirit
With our brains on standby and emotions
Filed as inappropriate behavior.
As the cliché drone softens to something
Less than irritating, my heart wanders
To timeless moments when we calmed bodies
With cigarettes and caffeine and spent hours
Exploring possibilities, playing
With language, laughing at the amazing
Combinations of logic and passion
Born in the whirlwind of conversation.