There is a clear path
Protein, veggies and a fruit
leading to good health.
Obsession steps in,
"Fried dough will end my sadness!"
Yet this makes no sense.
"Or pizza perhaps!"
like the Xanax elusive
dream of sedation...
I find my self stuck
in brambles and shrubbery
that line the clear path
I wonder, does God
have a hard time not yelling
at people like me?
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