By stevieslaw

I am as flat today
—as a peanut butter sandwich
without the jelly,
—as a side of peas
at the greek dinner down the road
—cooked beyond color,
—as Muzak.

People are born as I am today.
—Minds as dull
as Kansas in corn.
—Fireworks gone matchless.
What sparks us?
What creates the ambition
to put one foot in front of another?

I take to my easy chair
with that book I never read
past the opening paragraph.
I have just enough energy
to ponder those deep thoughts
before my nap kicks in.

“(Writing) helps me understand who I am.” – the writer

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