Stains tell stories, like the wasted coffee on your shirt
How you woke up out of bed and you were late for work
Rushing and rushing, but you needed Godspeed
But you could not go on without your cup of coffee
You spilled it on yourself, a classic Monday curse
The brown stain a reminder of your chaotic universe
But maybe it's a sign, a lesson to be learned
That sometimes we need to slow down, take a turn
In the midst of chaos, stains can teach us a lot
About how we live our lives, the battles we have fought
So next time you see a stain, don't just wash it away
Take a moment to remember, and let it have its say
Stains tell stories, if we only take the time to hear
They speak of our struggles, our triumphs, our fears
So embrace the messiness, the imperfections we wear
For in those stains, there's a beauty, a story to share.
