Coffee makes one ambitious.
Or is that just me?
It’s like it wakes you up psychologically.
Like I was in a deep slumber, and then somehow with 11 cups, I see future.
I see growth,
I see the patheticalness of certain decisions made today
I see silly ideas, magnifying stupidity, being upset and restless
over one’s own petty fall-outs with self.
Solutions suddenly flying out of places I didn’t know existed,
pictures once blurred now so clear,
hate dissolving and love blooming
like cherry blossoms blooming out of lava
from Hawaiian volcanoes,
softer view towards self,
and loving even more.
Out of sync with self results in vexation,
that is having unrealistic expectations of self, then punching the reflection till the mirror bleeds.
Coffee, why you so kind?
Why do you organize me?
Why do you put my guard down
till I lose that ability to care.
It feels like you wash away the filters
the way corroding chemicals mix with human tissues.
See all that’s within view now
are completed assignments, good grades,
and drinking more coffee till the
dawn of the really cool me arrives.