Quick thoughts on Magritte's Souvenir de Voyage

once I've broken my teeth what will I do then? I see the challenge before me: "eat the apple" "enjoy eating the apple" "be satisfied with this apple" but I'm so fond of my teeth perhaps I'll push the apple into the sea it'll become its own island I'll live atop of it plant an apple tree in a crevice shout and make a show when I get an edible apple "it was never me!", I'll cry "see how I happily eat apples!" it's late now, too late to roll apples too late to live atop of an apple I don't like apples I certainly wish they weren't my whole world sounds like a thought to sleep on