Caffeinated Everything

I wake up at 5 o'clock in the morning
By 6, it's coffee I'm pouring
Without it everything is a blur
All my decisions, unsure
Coffee is the glasses to my vision
Both my accuracy and precision
I need my caffeine
I admit I'm a fiend
But me without caffeine
Is not really me.

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