Chocolate

Some people live just to play the game.

I live to taste it all. Dip my fingers in the chocolate that binds all of us together and... wouldn't it be cool though if we were bound by chocolate?
Hearts made of chocolate, babies made of chocolate, soft happiness. [Cue smiles.]

While you smile and reach out for a cookie, I want to tell you about one of my favorite memories: I was for one night in a theater where they played just for me. Great personae, lights and shadows, rabbits, stolen kisses and sighs, intrigue and fate, hopes and wonders and too much of it all that made my heart race in my chest. Cherry blossoms in bloom and the glimpse of what could've, would've, should've... But that is mine to keep.

Exeunt to today with me licking my fingers, sipping champagne and blissfully ignoring the nine to the two. Would I trade it for something else? Yes and no. Yes to the inner peace, no to the personal freedom that I enjoy. And this I would not trade for the whole wide world. You know, all the Ws.

I am the brave little soldier that soldiers on to his own tune. And there's so few of us left, my love.