Somehow the mind remains undeceived.
Because it knows the game all along.
Feeling like a paragraph from some other book won’t help you on this page.
Remember, books burn easily than carbs.
The bottled sunshine you brought back from the mountains,
is running out.
Try some spoons of pudding.
The taste of sweet, cynical reality never burns with carbs.
Noises and sunshine taste the same in this city.
Making sense isn’t your priority anymore.
Perhaps it never was, all along.