The Debate

Confused and lost
I listen to their conversations
Words and whispers of the unknown
Familiar and yet sounding strange
Signs and facts

Changes from one leaf to another
Fading colors of spring into autumn
Still as the cold summer night
I cuddle myself alone to bed
Sniffing the dark cocoa aroma

Hypocrisy and disbelief
The cards speak the truth
The path that cannot be diverged
Nor consumed by one
I only know what they not speak

Time is stuck as we move on
The steaming of the tea
And the creaminess of the pie
Shivering thoughts of obesity
As I wait for tomorrow...