coffee no more

i used to write my story,
in my coffee
i used to paint my dream,
on the clouds of its cream

now the cup is upside down
roasted  beans seem to frown
what's to brew if it's too blue?
it seems that my coffee gives no clue

four and forty

four and forty to be
i think i've enough to see
how's the glorious mr. time
badly cheating with ms. destiny

four and forty to be
i've tasted sorrow and misery
i've seen tears been shed
in the mid of those brittle breath

four and forty to be
angel of death looks so pretty
proposes me with sweet lilly
releases me from agony?

four and forty to be
i think i disagree