"Cracking the Myth"

They say you can't create the feast

Without a crack, a break, at least.

That every dream, when finely made,

Requires some cost, some price to trade.

But what if there’s another way—

To build without the price of clay?

Can we not cook with gentle hand,

And still create, and still expand?

For eggs, though cracked, are not the same,

And broken hearts don’t win the game.

Can we not find a gentler way,

To nourish souls, to light the day?

The omelette’s rich, but what’s the cost?

When lives are lost, when trust is tossed.

Perhaps a dish that leaves no stain,

Is worth the time, the care, the gain.