Life as a Recipe
Everyone has spices in their life
But do I have some?
I act grown-up practically every moment I have
I may need to add few more cups of being a kid
That’s my life recipe
Everyone has their own recipe for life
I love my life recipe but when I taste it,
Sometimes I taste the bitter loneliness
I want to make it sweet and balanced
So I add a few more spices, sugar and flour
Now I taste it, but am I missing something?
I know what is missing, friends to share it with
Maybe I can invite a few friends to taste my life cooking
It would be lots of fun to share!
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