
Our hopes
Were held in ceramic
Now dashed
In a puddle
In a street
That is why
We cannot fill
Ourselves

Our hopes
Were held in ceramic
Now dashed
In a puddle
In a street
That is why
We cannot fill
Ourselves

The pizza
Reminds us
That no matter
How much we consume
We will never be full
All is transient
And wasted
In the tarmac
of life