Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

PANCAKES

The title is unusual,
But I can say this is just a normal,
Stack of flour in your plate in the morning,
While yawning and forgetting about the last night's chaos in your head,

The syrup is the star of the breakfast,
like a cherry on the top of your cake,
or the star on the top of your christmas tree,
it'll make the whole thing soggy,
but then the taste?,
divine,

I can enjoy a glass of coffee with my books,
chilling breeze of the morning air,
while the sunlight is striking on my chair,
the chirps of the birds singing beautifully in the tree tops,
a good morning from your mother who's preparing a breakfast on the counter top,

It was just a light feeling when you start to bite into it,
an airy soft touch, the texture is addictive,
It is light on the stomach,
I will definitely like to eat this every single day of my life,

7 AM passed quickly,
I'm still on my chair reading silently,
The book? Nothing interesting about it,
But I will waste my time,
even it wasn't a hit,

I appreciate little things in my life,
From the house that used to be my home,
The free cup of coffee that I can sip every single day in my life,
from the clothes that I wear as well as my perfume,
To the bed where I lay my back on,
When it's time to resume,
The things that always bothers me,
To the blanket that hugs and keeps me warm at night,
Down from the shoes that I run with, walk with, play with,
to the smile I wear,
that proves how happy I am right now,
and to the air that I can freely breathe,
and those were the things that I'm grateful with,

I can still remember the tree where I waste hours just to sleep under it,
It has wide rice fields around,
The air makes an entertaining sound,
Making me relaxed, safe and sound,
keeping me sleeping on the grass on the ground,

This books isn't ground breaking,
I just place my thoughts here, have a sip,
Like wine tasting,
You can never tell if I am exactly happy right now,
or this is only a staged act before I take a bow,

Layers of the pancakes are so delicate,
For it will fall when stacking too much,
I will grab my knife and the bottle of maple syrup,
pray before starting to munch om these precious flapjacks,
before facing this rode full of highjacks,