Morning drifts in misty waves,
Scattered thoughts in tangled maze.
Coffee swirls in amber light,
Pulling chaos into sight.

Sip by sip, the world unfolds,
Words find shape, the mind takes hold.
Every thought falls into place,
Like a puzzle laced with grace.

In this cup, the answers brew,
Clear and warm, in golden hue.
One more taste, a deep inhale—
And the world feels calm, not frail.

The headstrong brush moved wild and free,
Painting what only she could see.
Each stroke, like a daring glance,
Lit up the canvas in a dance.

She mixed her hues without a rule,
Like a girl who defies the world’s school,
Unaware what tomorrow may bring,
Lost in the colors of her own spring.

I can't spell your name
There are too many letters
You cut my poor brain
Without any efforts

Your presence is a maze
Each turn a new confusion
I am lost in tangled ways
Caught in this illusion

Your name is gentle song
These notes I can't swallow
But though the path is long
It’s you I choose to follow

Every single moment
And every little while
You're my opponent
You're a secret file

And I can't read you
Can't you reload
You always need to
Be off the road

Crazy speeds decide
If you have to stop
It's your darkest side
Being on the top