Cake Pressure

The wish
Your classic bated-breath moment
Focus under pressure
All those eyes
In the flames
Of flickering little spotlights cast
My face floating above the frosting
My mind spinning out scattered thoughts
Blown about like wind borne petals
My eyes squinting tears of indecision
Please blow one back here
Everyone’s watching
And you know someone will ask
My wish
Upon which
I never have been able to decide
Always just give up and finally blow
To end the ordeal
So I cover
If I tell you then the wish won’t come true
And it never will
Because I’ve never been able to decide

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