Percolate Me

Poetry

And so the day begins, my morning coffee fueling the addiction of mind over body, telling me I can do this.

I can mend the disconnect, I can stand the pain, I can see through all the lies this world feeds from cradle to grave, on a crumbling highway in need of repair.

Then, exhausted, I fall asleep under the beauty of iridescent stars, and wait for the sunrise to percolate me, once again.

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