There was this spot I had chosen for the hermit life I had chosen,
But it was taken over by the doppelganger girlfriend who copied me,
And it seemed I was not alone in my meditations as I sat alone
Drinking coffee and waiting for the rest of the walk back home.
These were my times when I was able to break from the dormitories,
The passion for prose and essay writing amidst the clangour of library life
Where the heart was sullen and lost in childhood dreams of ivory towers
And the menace of missionaries who one day would claim the same bench.

This same bench was also the loveless interest where I had nothing to give,
The lady who followed me around and sauntered happily by
Seeking my advancement and rolling about in the hay as I walked by her College
Now in the age of the mobile phone – the 1990s generation of thinkers.
These are the thoughts of this vain verse that the needs of the bench outweigh the many
And my umpteenth impression is found on the other side of the universe
Where parallel realities record a version of events that remembers me kindly
And three more ladies who left me for dread as the philosophies claimed me heavily.

We say that together is something that happens when the love impeccably chooses the right person,
So that nothing is not the take over plan of the thoughtless who are subject to the ravaging of time:
These ways the sayings that were uttered on that bench will mark me for the innocence lost
While happiness is the ghost that I am wearing with music dripping down my ears, at what cost?
There are caffeine remembrances that will not be replayed now that the devil is exorcised
Those sugary moments and snapped up moments of undergraduate agreements and laughter;
There are new memories where the vision of what was is not what was – it is different
And perhaps this is what we were trying to disagree about: The man, the lady and the law.