Ecclesiastes 3:1

For everything there is a season,
    a time for every activity under heaven.

Guile

Flavor of coffee calling me stroking gently my waking senses

Not intrusive or abrupt as it smiles upon my taste

Life seems good to my flesh and me as it dances in pretenses

My flesh seems not corrupt as it has some time to waste

It won’t be long however before its “will” awakes

Its demands will endlessly drum up my support

It will embrace “never” as in its submission fakes

And then purposely bring "mind and will" into one accord

A great deceiving entity like a bridge under water

Its supports the “hidden” in the stream of daily life

Who will stroke its vanity as it cannot go farther?

Unless in thoughts it sells my desires to contrive

Jan Wienen