it’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside
i’m not one of those, who can easily hide
don’t have much title, but if i do
i’ll make you my grand poobah of dreams come true

dearest mj, my favorite dj
so tireless in giving encouragement ray
u took me down a detour, to the woods of distant goal
touched my heart, played with my mind, filled my soul
a tough mare gently leading an unfocussed foal

we’re galloping way ahead of atw mentoring fold
on doit revenir a nos moutons and attend to other pieces of gold
chapter 3 of our journal filled with deliverables for sk to aspire
i suggest we meet end of february to further idi conspire
allow time for our engines to respire and others inspire
you’re awesome mj, a mentor i’ll forever cherish and admire

life is like a cup of coffee, so goes the story expresso
about some alums who went to visit their dear professor
now established in their careers and prominence grew
conversation soon turn to complaints about work and life stress brew

the prof came out of the kitchen with a large pot of coffee, his guests to offer
armed with an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal coffer
some ordinary-looking, some expensive, some exquisite topper
help yourselves with the coffee, he proffered

when all the students had a cup of coffee in their hands, he exclaimed
notice all the nice-looking, expensive cups in your hands proclaimed
left behind, the plain and cheap-looking cups laid unclaimed

’tis only normal for you to want the best for yourselves
but alas, that is where the source of problems and stress dwells

what u really wanted was coffee, not the cup
u unconsciously went for the best cup to sup
worse, u were eyeing each other’s cup to covet
typical earthly behavior we naturally rivet

now if life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position are the cups
just tools to hold and contain life, like tubs he rubs
but the quality of life doesn’t change one bit
u see, by concentrating on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it

so folks don’t let the cups drive you is the moral imparted
enjoy the coffee instead, and with that wisdom, he departed

if i were a sculptor, but then again, no
or a man who makes potions, in a travelling show
i know it’s not much but it’s the best i can do
my gift is my song, and this one’s for u

i hope u don’t mind that i put down in words
how wonderful life is while you’re in this world

it’s the lingo of our authentic self, u can be whatever u want to be
it’s that simple, u see

it’s only words, and words are all i have
to take our hearts away