Oh, look, it’s morning, the sun's on high,
All your problems just waved goodbye?
Think again, dear, don't be so quick,
Troubles don't vanish with a clock's click.
Birds are singing, sky's so blue,
Surely that means your debts are through?
Dream on, friend, as if light's a fix,
Reality’s waiting with its bag of tricks.
Morning coffee, warm and bright,
Must mean your life's now pure delight?
Get real, sunshine, it’s all a game,
The same old issues, just a different name.
So bask in daylight, feel the cheer,
But don’t forget, those woes are near,
Morning’s charm is a fleeting friend,
Your troubles, darling, never end.
Morning's light may promise a fresh start, but our troubles don't vanish with the night; they persist, reminding us that true resolution requires more than just the arrival of a new day.
Related: Beyond the Brew: Confronting Reality After the Coffee Fades. The Illusion of Morning Coffee
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