Morning Fresh Baked Bread
Anyone can act
Pretend to be something
Or someone else
But only a chosen few
Can play themselves
In any company
Or situation
It's even more precious
Than rude health
And can't be bought with wealth
He is the righteous King
In the presence of the foolish
Who waste there time
On vinegar and wine
In the grand design
Of all that exists
He doesn't want what he is told should be missed
His weary head sleeps aloft
A pillow of freshly woven cloth
Cupid has kissed
With feather quill
While the Roses dance
Inside a petal meant for March
Underneath the mural art
Of butterfly and fire and soothing waves
That motion towards the shale sand
Accompanied by Cathedral Strings and Brass Bands
Struck by light the quarter moon at night awaken
Like early morning bread mother baked
To accompany your milk and corn flakes
Before 1st class at Sunday School
If 1 can find peace
In one's self
The meaning of life
Is surely a long and happy 1
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