My cup of coffee steaming,
in the early morning sun,
my mind needs gentle cleaning,
gathered thoughts becoming one.

Bring to life my vision here,
in this time and hour,
not much happens yet, I fear,
see bumble bee's boring power.

Call out to me, I'm listening,
ideas, where are you now?
Show a glimmer, a glistening,
lost again, I don't know how.

I was not happy with my very last meal
Knowing with each bite I would never heal

My choice has caused me to feel distress
Even though I found the courage to confess

I count the minutes that I am allowed to be free
Fully aware of my wild and crazy killing spree

What I have done with such little thought
Has filled my family with endless shame and rot

I focus on the carefully prepared food at hand
Each bite that I had prepared I find so terribly bland