I used to consider-crave
It to be important-lie
A stock of substances
Capable of performing
There’s a solid reason
I used to think-feel this way
I consider-regretted my choices
And decide-resolved to change
To increase the chances
Of glory-appreciating decisions.
As I always fuss-obsessed over minutiae
Survival tickets, space-time, efficiency
And want-ascended it to halt.
But I stop-despaired
Having learn-crashed something
Our mind-bodies adopt-enforce programs
Not intend-wanting relapse to occur
Meaning important-happy objects
Remained far from my reach-need
A stick for my chapped lips, being one.