Thinking about all that I have
  The flavor of life
  Confronted with nothing known
  Typically we season 
  Refuge in saftey
  Freedom and knowledge the goal of it all
  Time and work heat the dish
  The temperature is set for the end
  Boiling away things not needed
  Baking up sweet thoughts and dreams
  Letting turmoil and anger rest
  Slicing up each moment trying to savor every bite
  Once it is ready it is already over
  The recipie calls for more than can fit