True Love of Coffee

I didn’t ask for this, the sweet dream, or the bitter awakening.
Nothing bothered me in the figment, as everything seemed so real.

It was my life, a perfect place of agony and reflection.
Thoughts conversing and evolving, changing and evading.

This was a moment of instance, of sheer delirium.
The time when everything but me was within sight.

No it didn’t seem right, and didn’t hold my belief.
Yet it was real enough tonight, a hope so brief.

I didn’t ask, no I didn’t dream,
it was the bitter fright of living,

which left me to scream.

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