The aroma in the air creates
A caffeine craving despair
As coffee flows from scalding pots
For all the people there
Yet here I am at the end of a line
That hardly seems to move
My head is pounding to a beat
That’s such a painful groove
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The aroma in the air creates
A caffeine craving despair
As coffee flows from scalding pots
For all the people there
Yet here I am at the end of a line
That hardly seems to move
My head is pounding to a beat
That’s such a painful groove