"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons"
Reverberates through my skull
As I stare down my beloved coffee mug
That, for five years, has brought me solace
Two hands clasped to either side
Held near my chin to feel its warmth

(Coffee when I'm feeling tired)

And there, on the inside,
I see the cracks in the ceramic
Stretching out in all directions
Creating lines on its surface
Showing its age
Its life
Its past

(Tea when I'm feeling restless)

I worry how deep they run
For what will happen if my mug
Cannot survive the cracks
One of these days

(Strawberry tea when I'm feeling ill)

And in an instant the Love Song is gone
The void filled with the familiar words:
"You are a wonderful creation.
You know more than you think you know,
Just as you know less than you want to know."

(Hot chocolate when I'm feeling down)