I choose

Everything tastes good on an empty stomach.
Even the humidity in the air, when your mouth is dry.
Those who pick and choose and reject and refuse,
They may never know the sweet taste of morning dew.

Like a bird sat on the verge of daylight,
That tomorrow may bring rain, which may grow a grain, so that this wait may not be in vain.
Everything tastes good on an empty stomach.

Yes, those with plenty more say I am in- sane.
I have been told that there is no taste in the morning dew.

I had been told about sweet berries and cherries and plenty more.
All I knew was the perfect bitter taste of grapevine leaves.

The sound of a spring and the fresh water it brings.
The taste of berries and sweets may never compete,
With the fresh leave of a grapevine. All I hope for is an empty stomach.

I promise!
I will never miss the morning dew. That life I shall pick and choose…
My money and status, I shall sacrifice and refuse
For where I am grateful, would be a life worth living.
Because everything tastes better on an empty stomach.