everybody wants a piece of the pie / pear crisp
Everybody wants a piece of the pie, everybody wants a “How high you fly!” We’re all looking for something, something to say that we count. We meet and we’re asked, “What’s your something?” We meet and we’re asked, “Who are you?” “I’m my family,” “my beauty,” “my job skills,” “My companion,” “my food blog,” “my work.” But deep down, there’s somewhere a gnawing, Deep down, there’s somewhere an ache. We can mask it and hide it and hope that Our efforts to cover will work. . . .