A sweet, useless, treat.
A loop of endless goodness.
We know it's unhealthy, but we continue,
To consume and indulge in the blatant,
Negative consequences of absurdity.
An overabundance of varieties.
It draws in those who are unsuspecting,
Locking them in a pen of solitude,
Confined by their own now controversial choices.
Only the strongest seem to escape.
The wise make it out unscathed.
Time may fly, but the opportunity is there.
Bothered by presence, take leave.
It cannot follow your motives to cease.
Move on to something more desired.
You will long forget the craving on illness.


© Ascending