Cooked

 When it is cooked it's gonna have soft inside and crispy, charred outside.

But till then, one must stand in the cold

And occasionally warm their hand with a distant fire

Think about the comfort through the lens of third person 

And see through the future from the land of imagination 

It's easier to surrender 

But that's not what has taken us up to here

Only bow down to the teacher

And who is not a teacher?

makes you humble

And then you realize 

Regardless

You have to stand your ground