It’s a funny thing
Every single morning I
Start with some coffee
And every single day
I think wow this
Is the best coffee
Ever but is it
Or is it the
Best because it’s today’s
We spend so much
Time remembering and hoping
That we often forget
That one simple steaming
Aromatic creamy strong cup
Of morning warmth sitting
In front of us
Yes I mean you
My little own espresso
There are some days
When no matter what
Or when or whom
You think about the
Sun doesn’t quite rise
And your morning is
Cast in a gauzy
Shroud of melancholy and
The fire in your
Heart simply goes pthtsz
And so you said
So what’s what’s so
I asked followed by
So when’s so what
So where and how
Was so what so
What and who was
So that made me
Nothing more than that
What’s so did he
Make you feel so
Much more than my
What’s so that I
Became just so what
So what to you
I will never be
Famous I don’t want
To be my words
Are my children let
Them take the place
Of me wherever they
Are found to be
And so we talked
And so we laughed
You there as Pikachu
And me as Goofy
But while we pretended
There was something real
Something many people overlook
It’s called play time
Pretend time silly time
And in that time
It’s simply us time
