Every day you open your eyes
Be grateful that it isn't your last
At 21 the world is ahead of you
Tho we go thru struggles
Tho recessive times
We should always strive
Strive for more than what we have
And more than what we had
For life in it's infinite ideas
Has finite time
Harboring grudges
Useless
Seeding viruses
Pointless
Wandering aimlessly
Non-recommended
But what happens when
You hold a small thought
And that small idea
Begins to manifest itself
Into your consciousness
Eating away at your every concept
Gnawing at your very existence
Fighting to rid the very existence
Of the beating heart
Searching for something
To begin anew
Yet contemplating rekindling an old flame
One that was never truly extinguished
Just put to the back burner
Slowly and steadily cooking
Stewing up a work of art
Wanting to taste this delicacy
Yet afraid to burn my tongue
Do I take the risk touching the pot?
In doing so
Will I not scorch my hands
Of past memories
The clarity of this choice is very low
Taking an unfathomable toll on the senses
I want to be part of my creation
Tho wondering of my ludicrous conception
I stir quietly seeing the ugly truth
That your culinary uniqueness
Is what my desires are now trying to embrace
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