There’s nothing in this world,
like cup of coffee before bed.
You will feel better, and turn down
that opportunity for rest.
Before your system will shut down,
the dreams and nightmares reconcile.
Eventually, you’ll lay your head,
while plans will burn in camping fire.
The problem pile in the fireside
keeps getting bigger by the day.
It’s growing, bleeds out on the carpet,
ignites like stack of withered hay.
There’s nothing better in this world,
than cup of coffee before bed.
It’s calling, keeping me alive,
I brew a cup, give in at last.