At a trendy eatery

The Cafe

Encircled with the trappings of fine ambience, yet in solitude I sit,
Cradling my heart which swells with faint unease.
Contemplating time, which ultimately gulfs all layers of the earth,
Eroding as it does the noble cliff,
Which proudly stands against relentless wind and rain,
Determined to withstand their blows,
Lest he may crack and yield to depths below.

Of what becomes of me I do not know,
Nor the fates of friends and foes and those yet unknown to me.
I clutch to wooden plane where rest my hands,
As my finger nails can only claw in vain,
And slip away from smoothened grain,
Which insentient may host a hoard of mortal men,
Who continue to gaze into unlit futures and sit tense as I do now
Amidst fine furnishings in vain.

And yet time passes, unthinking, blind to the objects in its path
Which change as ripple sand with each new tide.
And thus the world now turns, and what is left to us,
But to embrace and watch cold faced?