Discovering self-love in coffee foam

In the great theater of life a lone man stands,
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
 
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
 
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce.
Tears mix with the rain, a sad brine,
In the recesses of the heart, solitude takes its dinner.
 
Hand hug:
Daily battles breed the dark friend of despair.
The chest tightens, the thoughts twist and bend.
Looking for escape in a world without smell, so dark,
where silent screams echo and the light of hope goes out.
 
Dance of Solitude:
In the crowd, alone he finds his role,
a creature of solitude, playing on his map.
Single shadow for company, long and drawn,
in the waltz of life a melancholic pawn.
 
Sugar flow:
Yet in the blackest night, a spark appears,
weak and trembling, yet he guides himself.
For the man married to himself, a guiding glow,
a whisper of relieved days, a dream.
 
Epilogue and prologue:
Thus, man walks, through ups and downs.
Dreams in tow, untangling the fabric of life.
Married to existence, with its own steps,
In his own arms he finds peace, a place to trust.
 
Preparation of the smoke cloud:
In this great game of existence, the posture of a soul,
bound in marriage to himself, in the dance of solitude.
A joyful existence, a festive parade of life.
Yet beneath the veneer, the sharp blade of sadness.
 
Postscript:
In the vast auditorium of life, only he is standing.
A pact with solitude, by his own hands.
Celebration of euphoria, carnival of light.
Hide the darkness out of plain sight.