A quick pick me up
Is what they say
So that we may face the day

But for me
Catching a whiff
Of its distinct aroma
Is a reminder of

Hidden thoughts
Hidden meanings
Hidden responsibilities

That is slowly unfolded
To a “hello world!” that
seeks to scrutinize
seeks to criticize
seeks to be optimistic
Or seeks to be different

One sip opens my eyes
To a bright world dimmed by

The routine of must dos
So that we may get our must haves

The routine of stacks of paper
So that we may feel accomplished

The routine of cleaning up dusty corners
So that we may feel organized
In the artificial chaos of the modern world

I take another sip
So that I may fit into
The label given to me
And accept
The calm that comes with belonging
In a world fueled by
Having everything and doing nothing