Take a sip of the coffee

Made from hands who are not free

Enjoy your view from that low seat

You fall for the illusion of the blue sea.

The documents, all ready

Your mind, not steady

The break, a mercy that saves you

All the other hours just break you.

You did everything right?

Don’t be a fool

They will still fight

And go against you.

It’s not a dream

A nightmare you live

Your soul is dying

And you can’t even breath.

Wake up, get ready

And continue to not live

Make sure the coffee is hot and steamy

At least that sip, gives you, one chance to breath.