I could but won't.

I can but don't.

The brown and white swirls and the smell of the ground beans.

Together we watch them all outside in the cold. They're in the cold in the dark in the bright sun.

Haughtiness.

I could do it.

Pained.

I could be that.

Would I be better? Would I be good then?

Me and my swirls. I want to be great. Maybe the ground beans and I are great.

Good enough.

We see the light.

And feel the dark.

I could. But with a clenched and weary fist, I won't.