You imagine the past 
in the present you can’t 

guess what happened 
to those you know lost 

to the folds of time 
in vain you hope they had 

more glorious lives 
than a grind 

like the coffee they drank 
all the way to the bank 

in god they trust 
while their hearts 

can’t thank 
that cowardice 

that safety 
that tricked them 

from ever moving towards anything 
they ever really loved