What happens to a dream explored?

Does it fill your soul

Like a perfect song?

Or rattle your thoughts--

And then linger?

Does it spread a smile?

like jam on bread--

just thinking of its sweetness?

What if your dream is lost

like so many are?

Will it leave behind a bitter taste?

     Will it calm your mind?

Will it take the lot when it goes and empty your soul completely?

Food is my shepherd's pie; I shall not want.

It maketh me have picnics in green pastures.

It leadeth me beside warm gravy.

Food restoreth my soul.

It leadeth me away from paths of hangryness

for ain't nobody haveth time for that.

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of hunger,

I will fear no empty stomach,

for I smelleth cornbread;

thy beef and thy cheese,

they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me

in the presence of mine cranky relatives;

you anoint my stuffing with cranberries;

my colon runneth over.

Surely food babies and turkey comas shall follow me

all the days of my life,

and I shall dwell in the crease of the couch

forever.