
My morning would want me
As a classic pizza chef
Then, shall serve hundreds of customers
On the table would be a task
To accomplish.
I would travel as many skies.
As possible, every time seeking
A door to escape.
As the escape is required,
When you need it.
The bright morning is,
Asking for treating the lord
And the living beings alike.
While the chef can only feed
A hundred a day,
What should a human then do?
Should he find any one man?
To feed him with everything he could
Bring it out of his pocket?
Or should he raise the barking dogs
And feed them unconditionally?
Should he live only for serving
The community?

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