Oh the mornings, the mornings
bring up cravings,
Cravings to eat a
steak or Ramen;
But the stomach
grumbles,
Protesting against the contemplation of mind,
To have something it
has to digest;
The pocket whines,
Thinking of the dime to shed to meet the cravings;
The brain struggles
with reason to fight the cravings,
And in the end the
mind surrenders
After all peace of
mind is what it all matters.
