the muse

at some point

might there be a bit of

inevitability

to our actions

if it's as clear as breathing

our vices

should there be

such a question of

motivation

if there is

but one thing that keeps

us moving

perhaps there is

only a certain expected

longing

unless the absence

of free will and choice

lessens love

regardless of the

quiet suffering we subject ourself

privately

and of the

things throughout the day that

alude to

times that won't

seem to lessen their hold on

memory

when everything else

in this life is made to be consumed

bite sized

could you be

the one thing that will always feel like a

feast

a gluttonous indulgence

that does nothing to lessen the

cravings within

or perhaps nothing

more than a recurring late night

muse