A delicacy you wish to achieve,
Fanciful swirling colors,
Creating fireworks of flavor,
That dance on taste buds.
It’s almost within reach, yet still so distant.
The masses around you are capable,
Yet you find yourself unable.
They laugh and sing,
Flushed faces, shades glowing pink and red.

You suddenly feel drenched in sorrow;
The feeling of emptiness encases you.
It’s unfair,
You stretch so far to reach,
And yet,
You are still not close enough.

As time is wasted and the goal is near,
Your fingers grow longer and graze what you seek,
A taste of nectar which the deities have given.

Your mind halts.
This sucks.
Why do people magnify its prestige?