That may be the recipe
Yes that may be the ticket
But wait too long for it to cook
You sure as hell will miss it
I’ve been slaving over
This hot stove
For days and weeks and months
Hoping to find some meaning in the work
Or fulfilment I can stuff
But all I do is stir
Blow and bin
Anything that comes up a boil
There’s only so long you can
Work that flame
Until the goods start to spoil.
by Lyric Deep.
