the brew

Am I deaf or am I blind
 
For happiness so hard to find,
 
I’ve been looking everywhere
 
Turning stones or in the air,
 
In the end i had to settle
 
To brew coffee in my kettle,
 
Just sit tight and wait a while
 
For the smell to form its style,
 
 I just love the morning brew
 
While I write something to you,
 
A rhyme so funny a rhyme for friends
 
On the mood it all depends,
 
Maybe you’ll put on a smile
 
To see my mind got so fertile,
 
Soon after that I woke up
 
With hot coffee in my cup.