True Love of Coffee

I dreamt of waking
Trying to lure myself from fruitless ambition
To taste the wine as it caressed my lips
Breathing the nectar of life I had forgotten

But it was pretty pointless
I set my coffee on my desk
As I had done a thousand times before
and my eyes wandered out of my window

From my vantage, this sleek castle of glass
I could see hundreds of people living
Moving in a world that I could only witness
Like a spectator or a referee that didn’t know the rules

I could hear the hum of the air conditioning
The mindless chattering of coworkers on the phone
Yet it all seemed chaotically meaningless
As if I was paused in a world of hectic crisis

I thought to myself
Wouldn’t life be grand if it was different
Could I dare to be an artist
Should I care if no one knows my name

My boss scurried by my office door
I wondered why they thought so highly of this game
A competition of man eat mouse
Where the little guy never got the cheese

I sighed, pausing my thoughts for a moment
Pondering how wonderful it would be
To live in a place where we were all meant to be
And when I resumed, I simply took another sip of coffee

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