Making the world a better place, one contact at a time
Lunch with colleagues Not required but encouraged Smiles painted on
Soul Doc
Quest denied until Choice is taken away and Only leaving remains
Complaints of boredom The sage beacons will she go? No sir, I’m not ready
Seeking truth alone The alchemist waits watching The caldron burns red
Chocolate high recedes Tired young eyes finally close Only to open too soon for Dad
Changes in weather Days getting longer air sweet With scents that cause sneezes
Candied eggs in Plastic grass filled baskets The symbolism lost
Claiming to follow A man who spoke only of love, With a heart full of hate
Painted eggs hidden From giggling children running Not knowing why
Myth of renewal Rebranded and repackaged And dipped in chocolate
