strange brew…

most days
i much prefer
to have my coffee
but seeing
all the seats were taken
i could hardly say no
to the stranger
i thought to myself
he looks like
death warmed over
he said
thank you
but did i say that aloud
he said
as i stared into his eyes
i could see a thousand souls
he abruptly left
but left behind a package
i followed him
and ended up
in a small graveyard
i saw an open grave
its headstone
had no date
but the inscription read
live not
the lives of others
but your own
as i stared into the grave
i saw
a mirror