I started as wet goop of potential, mixed together by the universe.
Scoop by scoop, life has made me less. Thinner. Trials and tribulations have left me closer to the bottom of my bowl. I felt a loss of my desire to even find purpose.
Then, suddenly, it was my turn for the frying pan. My purpose came to me at last! Hallelujah!!
After a brief moment of the beauty and elation of movement, my once hydrated ambition was spread onto a hot black iron of pressure, inforced by the gravity of my own weight. I feel so behind, but so ahead of my peers.
What if I'm not going to be taken off this burning hell in time?! Then I'll surely be a lost cause, fading into the obscurity of the trash can. Next to the avocado skins and plastic wrappers.
But maybe, just maybe, I'll get off this damn burner in time to be smothered in the syrup of a destiny realized.
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