Apr 3, 2018

Pizza mind by Mister Face

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Pizza Mind



Human interaction are becoming so rare

Technological advances are soaring through the air

Simple conversations seem harder to bear

The fear of exposing who we are inside and being vulnerable appears there

Like "Who do you work for" or "What do you do"

"Is it something you want or just something to do"

"What do you dream of doing" or "Where do you want to go"

"Do you really want more"

"Are you happy"

We ask questions with the intentions to look but not to share

Looking for some peace of mind that probably isn't there

Preparing for what's in store

I been sent so many signs

Yet I keep asking for more

So it took one of the best pizza I ever had for it to hit the core


Presented by such an amazing soul

It took just one conversation with her before i realized I was full

But the order wasn't made, and pizza wasn't out

The full I'm talking about has nothing to do with a mouth.

I'm talking about inside, the feelings that try to burst out

Overwhelming joy and relaxation

Pleasant vibes and good conversation

Although everyone's nervous, still comfortable and exciting

I just placed my stomach in the hands of a stranger

Isn't that frightening

With my brother across we looked on to our fate

But because of her personality, we felt we could relate

Or maybe it was cause of the beer, it put us in another state

Or maybe it's cause she said she went to Vegas and only bought cake

After four slices, some meatballs and a beer later with conversations for days

We stood up and began to part ways

Hugged it out and smiled away

She's a soon-to-be a future traveler with the world ahead to see

She looked excited to travel and begin a new journey

And all I could think is "Man you deserve it"


She taught me an important lesson that I'll never forget

Take life one slice at a time with no regrets

And even if you don't get the pizza you expect

Smile, and make the best out of it

Cause, yes, you could get upset and try to place the blame

But would you get satisfaction or would you be ashamed

Make lemonade out of lemons,

Make beer out of hop,

Make ice out of water,

I think you get it so I'll stop

Make the most out of the best

And even then always try to make it better

Positivity is a mentality that can't be measured


She gave me a piece of her mind that day

Which continues to give me peace of mind

Cause behind that smile is a brilliant mind

I can tell it's kind

I can tell it's refined,

I can tell it's quality that definitely takes time

From the stories about her messing up and spilling beer

From laughing alone, I shed a tear

I realized as I ate my pizza and listen to her speak aloud

I never felt more proud

I looked back at my own day and realized, we're kind of the same

I've messed so much times, and make mistakes every day

I left my keys in the car again, even after just getting them saved

But I continued to smile through my day

It gave me peace of mind, when I took it once piece at a time

Even if the pizza's out of the oven, you still have time

Even if you mess up, keep running towards the finish line

If the experience is worth it, the world wouldn't mind

Go ahead and finish that slice,

And share a piece of your mind.

To understand this world,

You have to have a pizza mind.

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