En-Cravings

You are what I want and need and crave

Today and today and today.

"Now" is the inopportune timeslot in my head screaming for all the things to be.

A consumption consumed.

Not just food or TV.

Experiences to be carved and claimed into my memories.

It should already be done.

Written off a prophet in stone a Baroque time-period ago.

Here and now and foretold.

And all equipped distractions against addictions mean nothing in the face of

Desire.

Objective acquired.

All connotations, negative or other, don't matter.

The present and its gifts live happily divorced from the future.

What has your stop signs accomplished?

A wheel only knows how to turn.

And I yield only for myself.

Red translates to Go;

Yellow's a tool;

Obedience is a fool.

A wait-er's game silently expecting a reward that eloped with Mr. Future in his picture perfect suit.

Signatures can be forged;

Scoreboards endorsed;

Advice ignored.

Why be a slave of your dreams of

Myself restraint

When I can marry

This Instant

and the happiness guaranteed when I indulge

in this idea

of this want

of this thing

of this need

of this crave

that satisfies

my every wish

to partake

in the defining trait

of being human.

Give me

My En-Cravings.