A leaf in my coffee, a twist in the day,
How did it land there in such a strange way?
Moments so simple, but never quite right,
A sign of the chaos tucked out of sight.
I smile at the mess, though I’m tangled within,
Pretending it’s fine, where do I begin?
The rainbows look lovely, but clouds often form,
And behind every win, there’s the weight of the storm.
So I stir the leaf gently, watching it spin,
Much like the thoughts that swirl deep within.
Perhaps it’s a sign, a small metaphor-
Even in chaos, there’s more to explore.