A quick verse on making a brew. You see, is the kettle boils, I'm fooling myself. Reaching for the builders, going to blow my head off. And send caffeine, causing through my veins, quicker my heart, and shifts in brain pain. But no, I see it looking at me. The packet of the decaffeinated green tea. A peaceful and humble in a box of green, oh how witty and poetic it seems. You see, it's peaceful, and it helps me feel calm, and as I drink it, I feel it settle my body, like the drop of the waves as the wind dies away. So I contemplate it further still, like it's a battle of good and evil streaming in the mug of my soul. But it's cool, the day is long and I've got plenty of time, so I grab what it's green before changing my mind. The first sip is hot and it threatens my lips. But as I swallow it, it warms from the tip of my tongue, and I'm left feeling validated. Peaceful and warm, comfortably salivating on a day of fun and love with my family. In perfect and swirling, sometimes perfectly imagining. Toddlers of fierce and so can be their mothers, especially when a fetus has taken hold again, but it's cool, they are my people, and with them the world makes sense, like a mug of green tea, decaffeinated and peaceful.