A Recipe

I Put on Aretha
Brew some tea
Call my parents
Ah, that is the recipe

3 ingredients see
That soothes the anguish inside of me.
The uncertainty searching for certainty
The questions seeking answers, pertinently.

What to do? Where to live?
Options are a-plenty.
Desires speaks and it wishes
For environments that taste delicious.

Pockets counter with practical adverbs:
thrifty, safe, and other sensible words
But dispose those notions
And feel your destiny

For you are the only one
To live your recipe.