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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