It Burns
I oscillate back and forth
I am torn apart and put back together
Always in a new combination
Then the pressure
The heat
It cooks
The parts become the whole
Destroyed again to repeat lines 1-7
The ingredients are pure
The best of the best
But
The dish is not near good yet
I am tired
I am sore
I want to stop
But as long as my heart beats
I am not allowed to
I am still here
My blood thickens but it still flows
I breathe
Fill myself with life
Master does not teach the weak
Just another round
Let's do this!
Maybe it is just the eternal state
I accept it
The taste and dish will come
Let's get cooking
Yikes it burns
Scratch that
Ooo yess, it burns