Why do I think I can think my way out? Why do I think I’m gonna solve my problems by rummaging around in my mind and cooking up some solution some recipe that will change it all when all I have are recycled thoughts a can of beans and a half empty bag of rice that have been in there for far too long stirring it all around over and over like it’s going to suddenly become a piping hot pot of fix-it-all chicken noodle soup I’m afraid to open up my cupboards and show anyone the empty shelves because I should be able to sustain myself without anyone’s help, anyone else’s ingredients, anyone else’s input But I’m thinking in circles, I’m stirring and stirring and nothing’s changing I’d like to change I’d like to share but that seems crazy… maybe I’ll just pray instead to whatever’s out there if water can become wine at least that’ll keep it in my mind