The Fashion

That was your style for a while, a moment
until the next idea hit you, what’s trending,
your tastes turning like stiles, the ones
with the spiked wheels, how you always drop
your aha! token in the slot and rush through,
get yourself into the next fad that’s sure
to fade in a second, the flicker of a fickle mind.
You have to be more thoughtful or you’ll be
stomach-skewered if the wheel locks, surprise
punch to a soft gut that leaves you gasping
and stuck. Stop your constant searching
for something better that’s up ahead forever,
always dissatisfied with the now and grasping.
Keep running ahead, you’ll miss the present instead.

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