Life is a chocolate chip cookies,
A smile, the milky chocolate chips.
How they melt, it's her laugh on a
And things are sweet and
Greed settles forth, a sick hunger
Bite off too much, and the whole
A crisis that matches no mixing
Haste makes waste, and a bitter
Those days that are cold, they're
the crumbling mess,
Sending death and purses, it's
those dark chocolate chips.
The unmixed baking powdery
white, the surprises in life that
bring emotional strife.
But slowing down and chewing
Makes a cookie much better, for
every taste matters.
Life is born into batter and baked
But no human is so, and no cookie
Each rounded edge, a doughy
circle of life.