I drank a cup of coffee But that's not enough to Dispel this drowsiness I live in. I drank a cup of coffee To deal with today; The only way i know To deal with every day. I drank A cup of coffee, But i could bathe in A pool of caffeine and Run my fingers against the current Of a river of it and I would leave With eyes heavier than before.
I, I think coffee, Is not going to help anymore. I think, Something inside me is Whirling doubts about me More snug than is comfortable. And, This brew Doesnt even taste sweet, Or particularly bitter. It's very bland. And i prefer to leave it unfinished Than empty.
This doesn't make sense to me either. I'm vacationing and I thought of an idea for a poem, but it came out very... eh...