The color brown rests
In my cup, here.
A new world lies before me
In my heart, a tiny, smiling hope.
Here, in my cup,
I stir streams of white cream
My heart holds a tiny, smiling hope
I sit and sip and savor the feeling
I stir streams of white cream
Between the banks of bitter brown
I sit and sip and savor the feeling
And form distance between my mind.
Between the banks of bitter brown
I am still here.
There is space between my troubled mind and
Where my small world lies.
Still, here I am,
Where, in my little cup
Lies my little world, and
Rests the color brown.