At crossroads in life,
I choose delight,
Feeling of warmth,
Pervades every cell.
Freeing the mind,
From burdens of unease,
Sounding so simple,
In reality profound.
Leathering oneself with,
Wracking sobs of agony,
Forlornly forgoing,
The sweet feeling of living.
Days are like chutney,
Laced well with the sugary,
Intertwined with the fiery,
But spice and flavor thrive.
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