I like to spend time in my kitchen alone
I bake whatever I want to, in my souffle making zone
I’ve made so many recipes yet one still does escape me
The cake made of flour and bone
It’s such a fickle thing, I’ve never been good at balancing
My life, if going to slow
I’m slowly noticing that I’m no good at focusing
When I’m in my baking zone
I’m somehow noticing that I’m no good at focusing
On much when I am all alone