White rice at the start. It's softer, absorbent,
for when they don't drain the beans, which is always annoying.
Half pork, half steak — I'd get double but can't often afford it —
plus they give extra when you smile to impart your enjoyment.
Picante y maize, en español to command some respect
from that old Mexican lady who rolls with the hands of a vet.
Gracias. Grab my basket, plus some cash or a debit,
then sit down at a table, quickly unwrapping my heaven.
Now maybe it's hard to relate, maybe it's small or ornate,
but I find achievement in burritos that's not all in the taste.
We've all got callings to chase that might not fall into place,
but goals provide a road to stride beyond the walls of our gaze.
With open eyes, I tend to take a path less rugged and dark,
because one stumble shouldn't scuff and leave you bloodied and scarred.
But maybe it should. Maybe the highs feel better with lows.
Things can only get worse from here, every pessimist knows.
Yet, pushing back, I look for happiness wherever I go,
even if it means a crooked smile or irreverent pose.
The ennui serves as perfume in our dressiest clothes,
so raise your glasses, play the actors as we set for the toast.
Amid irrelevant folk, we wear intelligence cloaks,
and slicken lies as quick disguises for our mental repose.
The talk is cheap. Same with the drinks. Both are cloyingly sweet.
"Hi, how 'bout that weather?" All while avoiding his reach.
So pass a card, pass the salt, pass the time best you can.
And maybe try not to smile in saying good-bye to your friends.
There are places I remember all my life, that'd I'd rather forget.
But Yoko broke up the band, so I'm left to imagine the end.
Try not to dwell on the past, yet the passive regrets
build and build and build until I'm clasping my chest.
I'm an antisocial, surrounded by people trying to help,
so I smile, appease their egos then confide in myself.
Actualization's a solitary task by definition,
I've got my work, got my writing, got my passions, ambitions.
I prefer my private life, so rather than exposing my ego,
it's self-contained, in perfect balance, like that Chipotle burrito.
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