If Life Were a Cup of Coffee
If life were a cup of coffee, I would brew mine especially strong.
Almost undrinkable. Very thick. Very dark.
The cup would be extra large.
Filling as much into it as I could.
The first sip would be difficult, it would be very small.
But the tingle on my lips would quickly send me back for more.
Not really thinking, but enjoying it none-the-less.
A valuable addition to the morning routine.
I would fill the cup again. Noticing the beauty and the simpleness it holds.
This time it’s not just another cup of coffee.
Not a monotonous reach and habitual flow.
Noticing more…caring less about what it does.
I would call myself Bold, Aromatic, and Fresh.
A Worldly mixture of Countries and blends.
Never decaffeinated.
Always able to make people motivated, happy, and ready.
