‘should’ is a cake 

and its layers are made 

with a pound of regrets 

a cup of shibboleths 

Separate the yellows from the whites

sift in fear for more spice 

fold too far to the right

then swing back too hard to the left 

never let it rest

Beat that batter until it's better

punch down the dough until it's done

dredge with sodium and xanthum gum

love liberty and baking are best tasted bind

They'll weigh your life against a slice

Whatever happens 

is just an equal and opposite reaction 

the universe is only math and measurements

We were given the ingredients 

the golden rules 

we act like we don't know the truth

( like there's nothing left to do )

But 'should' is just a cake 

and we decide what goes inside

so let's bake