At the end of the paper-like street
Away and distend, out of view
Was a coffeeshop or so the banner said

Standing still in the corner
A kid was thought of as lost and scared

An old man motioned for him for his legs were weak
And so the kid came, or rather rushed

"What can I get you, sir?"
The boy asked with head down

"What are your dreams, son?" Asked the old customer

"They asked me to bury them, deep within my mind. Locked away and far"
Replied the kid serving the costumer tea.