The Beckoning of the Bell

We've all had a tough day.

When the fight doesn't seem worth fighting.

When we've lost sight of life's value.

Our internal sparks are not lighting.

In those darkest of hours,

When the tears flow so freely,

We must find our inner power.

And begin internal healing.

The darkness abides

And emotions will swell

When upon the horizon

Tones the chime of the Bell.

Lost souls like my own

Can always take solace

In a Nacho Bell Grande

With extra spicy sauce.

Cinnamon Twists, Baja Blasts

Soft tacos, gorditas

Burritoes and now breakfast!

Something for every senor and senorita.

The sight of the store

And the smell of the food

Have always been remedy

To the foulest of moods.

If my boyfriend's a pain,

Or my teachers demanding,

Taco Bell sets in right.

With food that's always outstanding.

An addiction? Perhaps.

As my friends and family reckon.

But no one is immune

When the Taco Bell beckons.