lost in the crowd of university students,
you drift through the tunnels & all the
people around you move in slow motion;
the drudgery of caffeine & the fast click,
click, and tap, tap – must be in the coffee

must become that coffee – bitter, dark
and strong to survive the suicide
of capitalism and inadequacy –
there is no such as the real world

it's a myth that grown-ups make up
to make you scared, like the monsters
under your bed, and the tooth fairies
that steal your teeth from your mouth