The Mysteries of A Cup of Coffee
In every new morning, there's a new chance to see
The birds fly and chirps cheerily
On the tree besides wide opened windows
Trying to say something we've always forgot to do
In every new morning
I've always long to savor
The wind from my window
With my books all over the table
And Riverdale's playing on my screen
Or to get my works done before lunch
So that i can see more of The Handmaid's Tale
Or when the caffeine discords with bloods
Gets me to feel things that are never wanted by my body
Nor my mind
Things tend to be fucked up in a split second
But you just want to get going
The paradox of caffeine in me
But that's just the thing with a cup of coffee
It can give so much more that what you deserve
While it messing with your being
I'm simply addicted
To the wonders of my every morning dose of caffeine
A little adventure that can get anywhere but here
Besides big ol' windows
in a serene morning
Finally i got a little taste of it
Uhh i got the handwriter of Mama Dia
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