Enjoying the Journey

when a thoughtful man sits
alone, pondering the
unpredictable movements of
love, he is often unaware
of that which is before him

the coffee in his cup holds
no direction for the
attainment of an intimacy
that would last against
a lifetime of mishaps
and mistakes

the girl in the miniskirt
and poetically impeccable makeup
exists solely in a world of affluence
far from his own world...
one which is peaceful
and down-to-earth

the music playing over
the speakers secretly
places him along
an avenue of thought
which he is presently in
no hurry to leave behind

he is no closer to the life of
fulfilling passion he seeks,
yet he is entirely contented
with the place and time
wherein he finds himself

yet... does he even know,
or does it even matter?