I went to the bakery, a simple task
To buy a loaf, nothing to ask
But life, with its subtle sway
Turns the ordinary into a display

The bread, round, golden, and neat
Waited for me, a silent feat
As if it knew what I didn’t see
That I was searching, though unaware of what it could be

It looked at me with a knowing gaze
Understanding more than I in these days
Too perfect to be just a bite
What did it know that I couldn’t ignite?

I bought the bread, not for hunger’s call
But because something in me felt small
As if buying it could fill some space
A void neither of us could embrace

Sometimes we seek, but don't know what for
Maybe the bread is just what’s in store
With it in hand, I start to ask
Does it know what I seek beneath my mask?

Does it understand it’s more than sustenance true?
Or like us, just living, not knowing what to do?
It offers itself, without a plea
Breaking itself, setting someone free

No one asks the bread what it feels
It’s torn apart with no appeals
Yet it never complains, never retreats
It gives itself up, in silent feats

And who are we, but bread to be shared
Offering ourselves, though we’re unprepared?

I left the bakery, warm loaf in hand
Looked at it again, trying to understand
As if it knew a truth without end
That life is simple, yet a mystery to bend

In the end, it fed me, without a doubt
But did I feed it with my questions about?
In the silence of bread, I sought a clue
Of what’s missing, of what’s still true