My mind craves its guilty pleasures but my heart knows better
A lifetime ain\'t worth a single day
To combat my mind is terror, I prefer to just bare witness
Take yourself out of the frame and see the big picture
Yet these desires don\'t cease
I yearn for its taste
That sweet aroma moaning my name
Fertile mind filled with crops
I struggle to understand my harvest
The reward must be hidden in the labor
Hidden too well, it seems