A Smile For Sacrifice

Scrounging my barren streets for mental calories Hands tied trying to eat another temporary solution Each new moon one eyelet closer to certain fragility Countless pounds of synthetic leather, Cork and carbon rubber Now among the withered In the vastness of obsolescence But I do not despair Nor divert from the middle way I smile, For the newly sown carpet Of clunky river rocks strewing my path Lest another asphalt scar Blemish the flustered face of this world Smile for pasta...again! Shy, humble ingredients Each one distinguished in scarcity For I trust that one day flames will sing Jolly cast iron will sway in affluence Over a proud stove-top Boasting only the freshest of organic jewels I smile for another dauntless beginning Another trivial job Another detour from true passion Because my course Is as linear as the condor's And that is liberty I believe that I generate opportunity I am the author of my circumstances And I AM the love for which I seek.