My Coffee

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!

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An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing poems and strumming chords. Come, let me take you to an alternate reality.

5 thoughts on “My Coffee

  1. Who knew that the subject of coffee could be so well-connected to life’s pursuits of importance? 🙂

    I enjoyed this one. From the words you used, such as, “possibility”, or lines you used, such as, “And yet we remain unblended”. It is interesting, to say the least.

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