A silver scoop in someone’s hand, I watch it touch the chocolate land, And I just wanted vanilla skies, But danger hides in sweet disguise. The crowd is laughing, summer’s loud, I’m scanning menus, feeling proud, Until that whisper in my head — “What if one crumb means I’m dead?” I can’t risk the taste, Can’t roll the dice on fate, One careless word, one broken seal, Can take away the breath I feel. You say, “I don’t think so,” but you don’t know — That’s not enough for me, When every bite could end my story quietly. A dinner light, a friendly smile, A waiter says, “It’s safe, I think — it’s mild.” But thinking isn’t knowing, friend, And my heartbeat doesn’t pretend. I dream of living without fear, Of tasting life, of letting near, But trust is fragile, like the air That sometimes just… isn’t there. I can’t risk the taste, Can’t roll the dice on fate, One careless word, one broken seal, Can take away the breath I feel. You say, “I don’t think so,” but you don’t know — That’s not enough for me, When every bite could end my story quietly. I want to breathe without the weight, Of wondering what my body hates, To sit and eat and not be scared, To feel like life is truly fair. I can’t risk the taste, But I still crave the grace, Of living loud, of letting go, Of trusting what I used to know. You say, “I don’t think so,” but please be sure — ‘Cause one mistake can take much more. A silver scoop, a simple meal, A truth too heavy not to feel — It’s not about the sweet or spice, It’s choosing every day — my life.
