A Little Indulgence
A light burden Underneath I toil: Feet on the ground Head in the clouds Bumping into the walls. A smile on my face from corporeal pleasures Of the senses and joys of the flesh While the mind struggles And juggles With two choices Carried on the breeze Of whim and circumstance A loose kite between them Vacillating on the current Both a kind of lovely escape I’m stuck between a soufflé and a nice place Winning whatever And still stuck In blissful Purgatory Sitting in the darkness Chasing benevolent ghosts, faintly resonant, I grow weary. Sod this gloomy introspection; Time for tea and toast.
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