Open your eyes to the sunlight
and the whispers of the wind.
The glitters of the sea that roar,
as I watch it through the open door.
Oh how I feel for a hot cup of vanilla coffee.
An addiction I develop on a girl's trip,
oh not so long ago.
As I sip of the coffee froth,
as its softness stains my lips.
Opening the pages of imagination.
Flipping the pages as I sail to the end.
With the television on high,
barely hearing everything being said.
I closed my book to look at the hour.
A reminder to get up and go to work.


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