When my chest is tingling,
running away,
I know, I have drank too much coffee
They say.
They also say, coffee makes you cold.
That’s what I’ve been told,
But it’s more than that.
My feet are missing the walks,
On my chair, I only follow the talks.
When my chest is itching,
and running away,
I ask: Where are you going? Your home is here,
Come back to me.
You belong to this body.