Life Burrito

I've made mine with music

Some of it in time

Then added a little vocab

to make it sweet with rhyme.

I'm adding daily to-do lists

with plans I'm trying to make

And sometimes there's lonely

but always a lot of faith

There's writing and coffee

and covert-op schemes

I've filled it with interesting

friendships and dreams

I'll admit that inside there's fear

and, more often than not, doubt

Every time I make it

I can't seem to leave these out.

What's in your Life burrito

what is it your eatin'?

What would you leave out,

what flavors are you needin'?

Who needs lettuce and tomato

and your choice of three meats?

You put what you like in your Life burrito

And once it's filled up, you eat.

This was inspired after talking with a friend about what was going on in my life. I told him a list of things and then said - "Yep, all of that is rolled up in my Life burrito. It's what I'm eating right now." That spurred a discussion as to whether someone else could eat my life burrito... and of course I told him that my burrito had a special force field around it. Maybe I'll add that verse.

Now this burrito of mine, 

life-stuffed, if you will

Is mine for the eatin'

not for any old Bill*.

There's no getting around

the laser force field

It's guarded and protected

Not just anyone's meal.

Only I, of course,

can turn off this device

and usually to add

some new-fangled spice.

Like big rings on my fingers

or red hair on my head

I wish one of these days

I could add a job instead.

Well that's the story

of this burrito of mine

Now go make yours

Though you don't have to rhyme.

*The name of my friend has been changed for privacy reasons and because it didn't rhyme.