The Recipe - Carptree

Time to make the perfect dish

The tables set, everything is in place

But was it vegetable or fish?

You search your memory for the faintest of trace

Laying out the cutlery

The utensils and scribbled notes from early efforts up until now

And

Then one day

It slowly floats in view

For you to behold

Yes, then one day

How everything just grew

In search for fools gold

Was it hot or was it cold?

So long ago, was it you, was it true?

Bits and pieces in a mould

Put together to what you pursue

Looking for the perfect recipe

Looking for something but not the way it was at all but how you recall

And

Then one day

You surprisingly behold

How all the days flew

And

Then one day

You ve looked for something old

Instead of something new