Making a Cake

mixed up cake batter
inside my bowl.

not sure what to do anymore.

gotta keep from feeling too safe and secure as
comfort can lead to laziness.

gotta keep from risking too much as
risk can lead to vanquishment.

can't fall into repetition,
yet can't live on a whim.

mixed up cake batter
inside my skull.

it's not a cake yet.

it tastes damn good from the swipe of a thumb
but too much batter leaves the taste buds numb.