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Mango Milkshake

now1Countless drops of mango milkshake go down my throat
Only a few touching those taste buds on my tongue
But it’s the last drop that gets all the attention
As it slides down the glass
This little drop of puny mass
Comes landing on that perfect taste bud
Making me taste it with greater consciousness
Relish it, and let it dissolve slowly while the flavor lingers
Like the pain in the tips of my fingers right now.

It should be that the last are blessed
Or are they really, or perhaps cursed
Do we want that attention
Or is it just pretention of no apprehension
No one wants to die
It’s not our fault, we are all shy
But if the world were to end
Don’t we want to be the last one to bend?
But what if your wish came true
And you stuck to the world like glue
‘The last man on earth’ is a great title
Behold the last of all that is vital
As the universe waits to see
What will become of you
Destroyed to the last molecule
How does it feel really
To be that last drop of milkshake
Or the lost crumb of a wedding cake?

Ever Wonder?


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This entry was posted on January 23, 2013 by in Fleeting Thoughts.

Fighting An Additction

Not One MoreSeptember 12th, 2014
Addiction is a curse one allows upon one's self until it ceases to seek permission. I do not like the idea of a mind controlled by substance. If I can refrain for 30 days, I'd be very impressed with myself.

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