Fries and Potatoes Pie

If I was given a food to describe my life,

I would have to say I’m a French fries.

As crispy and crunchy of the outside,

But hollow and empty as the inside.

Couldn’t have a better way to describe,

Of true and fact based on my current style.

Shifted between work and staying home,

Nothing more or less as if lives in the dome.

I do wish if I would live more then alive,

By giving myself a pinch of spice,

The fact I used to live without a chase,

Thinking living such would have less intense.

I blame myself of the past tense,

Blindly commit in love that single stand.

Living in the lies as if I stand a chance,

Ignorance as if it would goes right by end.

Knowing nothing could be change,

This is all it takes to learn from mistake.

I wish habit if only a verbal state,

At least it is easy to slip easy to re-frame.

Truth tells habit would never die,

Only self wills could lead it goes by.

Hence by me being away as a fries,

My wills needs to nail into potatoes pie.

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