Barista Queen, listen to me.

Make my drink, but keep me company.

A dream I had has left me with only mysterious things,

Like how do I know that these shoes are mine?

How can these clumsy feet arrive on time?

How many people were kind when I assumed they were mean

Spirited?

Barista Queen,

Lay down truth and say,

If you can, that these were merely

Nightmares without meaning or truth;

My doubt leaving traces in my morning mind.