Brown's cafe

The warmth of sun in monsoon’s glow Was all I felt in childhood’s days, But now that light turns harsh and slow, A blinding glare that burns my ways. The years now press on what I should, This bedraggled life I try to steer, Through tangled paths, not understood, Yet every turn draws doubt and fear. A Dan Brown book lies close to me, A pizza slice arrives too late, Alone I sit, where none can see, And search for meaning in my fate.