The aftertaste of sweet

is bitter, I know
yes I do, but

I have no energy
and I always want

all kind of things, but then
I stroll here on the market
      
in Marrakech, fair-haired
chatting with a mummy

and then I want to live
like a mummy for my dear body
      
in harmony with onions
carrots, wind, and sun
      
my mouth honourable
for my stomach, everything
      
that is good, just that, come
cook with me, eat with me
      
give me what I need
give me the Force