I am in a hotel room
I will get up soon
I missed breakfast like I always do
My laziness is nothing new
I observe two muffins lying on a plate
Might as well get up, it is quite late
I put the kettle on
Reflect how seldom I’ve seen the glory of dawn
A cup of coffee I slowly sip
One of the muffins in my grip
How thoughtful of you to bring them for me
I’ll have the other one with tea
Greedily the muffin in my mouth I shove
As sweet as the muffin is your love