POEM: Worlds, Real & Imagined

Sitting in a café, watching snowfall collect,
on the lamp-lit portion of a quiet side street.

Mind struggling to create a fresh world of one's own,
but unable to find one more swollen with life,
feeling, and profound truth than the one right outside.

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