I cannot start my day without my coffee
But that hasn’t been the case lately,
For my days don’t end at all
Just like the drag of possibility.
Entangled in this web, I barely find sleep
For no matter how hard I try, we both remain suspended.
The distance between my table and the coffee isn’t steep
And yet we remain unblended.
Is the pursuit of possibility so important
That I lose touch with my coffee?
You tell me, because I am distorted
For I haven’t had a nice cup of coffee.
Choose coffee sometimes!