I see chocolate colored blackness in my red mug,
I see a boy inside that just needs a hug,
I see a fish in a cage that is searching for a bug,
I see a man who fills his sadness with a pug,
...
Blankets of velvet fall thickly on peaks,
Flowing, soaring through, and through,
Cutting like sushi, the board is my knife,
Paving through valleys,
...
Tis the morning with a layer of slip,
A layer of slide and all so much glide,
Tis the morning where we stay inside,
Admiring the crystals that have blessed us with rest,
...
'Black Coffee'
I see chocolate colored blackness in my red mug,
I see a boy inside that just needs a hug,
I see a fish in a cage that is searching for a bug,
I see a man who fills his sadness with a pug,
I see beer that is tempting to chug chug chug,
To forget the sadness of the awful shrug,
But she says,
Be happy you have a table to place your mug,
Cause if you didn't you'd have spilled on the rug,
And be glad, you have a bed that is soft and snug,
Cause every night, those blankets will give you a warm hug.