East Tea, West Coffee

 Different flavors, same routine to recharge; every sip a feel that we’ll be ok. East tea, west coffee, bitter, different, stimulating...

Morning in the skyline, 

steam at the alley deep,
different kinds of comfort in -

the warm atmosphere.
East side leaves are whispering,

 soft bitter,
West side beans are waking up,

the roast glow.
burdens on our shoulders, 

different ways to taste the life,
I’ve learned the world’s complexities —

still, I’m reaching for ease.

East tea, west coffee,
tell me what you’re doing with-

 your frustration tonight.
In every quiet cup, 

every bit of taste,
we’re just trying to -

feel alright,

refresh our self
East tea, west coffee,
one world, two flavors, 

and we’re still on the way to—

taste the life
so pour what you’re given, 

let it carry you through -

great idea-generating
Yeah, east tea, west coffee,

we enjoy both of them,

taste differently

I’ve seen long shadows by-

 the window light,
pondering the future like-

the tea leave does
And I’ve seen midnight coffee steam,
stronger than the doubts that come…

Different flavors, 

same way to boost energy,
we can also blend them to taste the world in-between.

East tea, west coffee,
tell me what you’re doing with your stress tonight.
In every quiet cup, 

every rush of understanding
we’re just trying to feel alright.
East tea, west coffee,
one world, two flavors, and we’re still on the way to-

sense changes.
so pour what you’re given, 

let it carry you through-

 the day and night .
Yeah, east tea, west coffee.

If the world gets loud, 

I’ll find my quiet rhythm,
hold the warmth, 

let it teach me what I need to know.
Not one question, 

not one answer, 

not one taste
just different perspective to -

the same “me.”

East tea, west coffee,
we’re appreciating the moments of refreshing,

and a mind full of energy.
Different flavors, 

same routine to recharge;
every sip a feel that we’ll be ok.
East tea, west coffee,

bitter, different, stimulating,
so raise your cup,

where you stand—

right now, don’t wait.
Whatever’s on the list, 

we’re the ones who appreciate global taste
Yeah, east tea, west coffee.

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