As coffee beans grind
Here comes a journey of the mind
The broken remnants
The worthwhile segments
The permanent stain
The here we go again
The coffee is brewed
It feels like a deja vu
Nothing ever changes
Like the hand that writes these pages
As though stuck in time
Glued to the same rhyme
When do words start to feel new?
Is it when true reality is open to view?
Sometimes life grinds me like coffee beans
Me and the bean may as well be in the same machine
Grinding and winding our way through the filter
We get shaken up and we are thrown out of kilter
As the coffee sits I add milk and cinnamon
What is put into me to smell like a little bit of heaven?
I pick up some doting from a man who cherishes me
A few kisses from the cherubims who are light and happy
Little cats come for petting and give me furry embraces
Each soul casts a little magic with smiley faces
Through the grind there are loving moments which aim to aid
To see through the monotonous daily grind that the mind made
About the Creator
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