Uh Oh SpaghettiO

“Mom! Mom! Ugh, I guess I’ll do it…again.”

Turn, turn, turn, POP, rip, pour out of the can.

“Come on kids, it’s time for dinner!”

 

Faster, faster, blinders on and keep going.

She rushes to ignore the experience, to avoid feeling.

Then the end can’t possibly be so abrupt.

 

She is living in a world she constantly creates,

Her sonder, her revelation,

Her creations do not mirror his but are concurrent.

 

Many attended the ceremony, all with gifts in hand.

While she expected it to overflow, the jug remained empty.

Each of the offerings were made in the absence of truth.

 

She stood at the top in solitude.

“If your priority is winning, in the end you can only lose.”

She did not know that victory is the sibling of isolation.

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