Ego's perspective

  Coffee, lord, and savior. The powers thy lend Makes me a warrior. On thou, my homework depend. Your grace, my grades ascend.   Coffee, poor man’s cocaine. Thy dealers, in plain sight, Forever shall humbly reign. A welcome darkness between duty-bound daylight. All who brew are thine humble acolyte.   Coffee, god to man. Let heretics worship tea. To them, I beg your forgiveness to span. Lead their spirits to thy caffeine sea. On all human exploits, glory to thee.   Coffee, red fruit of salvation. Coffee, roasted providence of benevolence. Coffee, thy dust, an invocation. Coffee, aqueous defender of somnolence. Coffee, in heat, does thy show more opulence.   Coffee, lord, and savior My tearful gratitude.    

Many may distinctly remember from their childhood a scene, where they realized that their mother (and/or) father will eventually die. Many may have asked their parents if they would die. I remember asking my mother that question and she told me the truth. Seeing me cry my eyes out and suffered my first broken heart she confessed that she was playing a prank on me and that parents don’t die. I never been hastier to believe anything and I deliberately refused myself to ever ask or think that question again. But when my sister became around the same age as me, she also had the same query. And my curious and analyzing eyes scanned every feature of my mother’s face. Without missing a beat she said parents don’t ever die. And my sister resumed her play content with the answer. I needed to become a big brother to understand why lies are important. That lie may have protected me from losing my childhood more than necessary and incurring any more trauma than we all get our fair share of. Ou...