Opening my eyes
And being blinded by the light.
Songs of the birds fill my ear,
As I hear the voices groan.
Another day, but no breaks.
Just a few more weeks to go
I sigh and get up,
The tiredness never stops.
I go and get my cup,
Fill it to the brim.
The smell of coffee in the air
Comforts me to let me know they’re here.
I take a sip
And feel the warm drink at my lip.
I have to go,
I bring my coffee for the road.
The bus arrives and I get on,
And I hear someone playing a foreign song.
My stop arrives
And it is just on time.
Making my way towards the school,
I feel the cool
Breeze passed me.
As I watch the leaves gleam,
I smile thinking, “This is how it ought to be.”
As I make my way
To my homeroom, I say
To myself in my brain:
“Coffee; Everyday, Any day”