Coffee in My Kitchen

I am a prisoner of my daily routine

It pulls me, it drags me, it has a hold over me

Nothing else can be completed to be free

It is my drug to get me going, oh the caffeine

It percolates and grumbles

The aroma permeates my home

My mind awaits it as my eyes roam

Out the window the tree’s branch fumbles

The leaves wave to me through my screen

That first sip will ensure for all the day I am keen

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