Patterns Matter
It is a reoccurring pattern that
I wish to hell I could be free of.
Just as some complain and bemoan their fat,
yet display all the diets that they love,
and others claim they are always tired,
yet constantly burn the midnight hours,
and some don't understand why they are fired,
yet of punctual traits they are not admirers',
and some claim they can quit their addictions
anytime they choose and continue to lose,
I still pile on debt and fiscal fictions
no matter the direction I will choose.
I strive mightily, lost among the trees,
deaf to "samsara" whispered in the breeze.
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