True Love of Coffee

There was a moment in my life
That seemed as if the darkness was defined
By light
A second of trivial essence
When the difference of feeling good
Was completely wrong

It was a direction that was ill-defined
Marked by what everyone said was true north
On a faulty map
A series of chance occurrences
Seemingly meaningless and completely irrelevant
Yet defining my whole destiny

Every moment, each direction I turned
Took me down an unlit path of dangerous shadows
They led nowhere, except for wasteful pondering
Every trivial chance, each second
As I became feeling good was meaningless, irrelevant
Yet I was completely wrong, again. It was destiny

I could feel, but for a moment in life
My life would simply be what I had felt
No meaning, no true north
Faulty maps and destined fate
I would wander one way, then another
Completely lost within the compass I was given

And every time,
My faith would bring me back to here
Looking inside of myself
Gazing at the lost soul within
Realizing I had one choice,
And would choose to love again

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