Oh savior of the end of procrastination

Walk with me beside those late nights filled with nothing but the illumination of the light from a screen

Lead me through those five-page papers

I can only hope they will be comprehensible in the morning

But you carry me through those long nights

Like a spark that starts the productive fire

Oh how beautiful and tasty you are

You are the substance of the awake

And the only reason why my eyes keep open in 8 a.m. classes

If there was something I could thank God for on this earth it’d be you

Because there is no college without coffee