Eggs and Bacon

Today when I woke up I could not Get that thought out of my mind. How you kept on pressing the point Trying to win the argument. Yet how can you win an argument when there is no fight? What was done is done and now in the gloomy Aftermath, all that remains is to wonder What happens now? Do we go on as before.. Or do we create a new reality Sort of like a lopsided Phoenix Not a colorful plumed bird Not a joyous survivor from the ashes But a weary and faded version that yet proclaims its strength That teaches us the possible In our survival My soul longs for the normalcy Of chicken noodle soup Of eggs and bacon Of ocean waves Just regular stuff Along with the lopsided Phoenix Showing us the way To end the argument that never happened.