Morality with Biscuits and Tea (with a dash of honey) I wake up everyday, And i toil. This is my blood, my sweat And there are no tears. I pick up another biscuit, I dip it in the tea, I lift it as gently as ever as a parent would their child. My brain floats in the slight aroma of honey. The world can be right, It can turn, Only with my blessing. My hopes, My motivation is all born out knowing Not believing, knowing I may be wrong But you'r not right. A world without the comfort of my staff and my rod? We who embrace the darkness of our flawed nature, we who appreciate the intricacy of the upredictable. I am of those who cannot be wrong. But. Witness the breaking of the biscuit as it falls back into the tea slowly and unfaithfully drowning. With it my morality, with it my thoughts, my sanity. A new level of power and confidence. Acceptance of the other side, existence of everyhting else other than me. The world grows bigger Beyond my perspective, a bigger picture? I pick another biscuit. A harder one, Its fresh not limp with moisture Like the old. I dip it in the tea. I lift it again gently, simultaneously opening my mouth. It touches my tongue, and fails. Methodically disentigrating. My tongue exploding with the sweet sweet sweet taste of honey. But. I can appreciate all this, I can accomodate yor morality, in mine. The question lingers, would I want to? So much trouble, so many thoughts, So much friction. Am I better alone? I pick another biscuit, This one's different. Not too fresh, not too limp Just right. I dip it in the tea, swirl it. The biscuit soaks in the tea Drinking the brownish liquid I so desire. I lift it again. But. It fails, falls back into the cup. All I'm left with is A piece of bicuit the size of the tip of my index finger. Pushing the biscuits aside, I pick up the cup and drink the tea, Period. No more battle. No more war. Screw the drought, morality is overrated. Sanity is a placebo To make us feel the thin blanket of comfort. Just like biscuits, It's not the real thing. Like I said, I may be wrong, but you aint right. hail kings, the true kings. Stronger than all.