My fingertips is where it starts
These words flood from my heart
The beginning to an eventual end;
We embark……

You to have over salted the soup
Drop a potato in “bloop”
Coating the stings of the lies
Mix it in; pepper will disguise

From boil to a steady simmer
From fire to a flickering flame
From crystal clarity to a dull grain
A flavor to never regain

Time to…..throw it away & start all over again!