For today's dinner, I had big plans
But the dishwasher's silent, no pots or pans
No tools to cook, no way to start
Staying hungry seems like the only part
No pots to stir, no stove to greet
But in this setback, there's a new beat
With hunger as my guide, I venture forth
To find satisfaction, whatever the course
A turn of events, my cooking dreams deferred
A different path emerges, my options blurred
But within this shift, a plan may reside
A secret unfolding, where truth may hide
With no kitchen gear, I'm left in despair
But an alternative option starts to declare
Once a tragedy, now a tempting sight
Perhaps it was the plan, hidden from sight
The truth may hide
Was it fate's hand, guiding me this way?
Leading me from the kitchen's array?
In the bright lights of the fast-food sign
My secret plan starts to align
My secret plan starts to align