Memory lane. . .

Remember how fruit loops used to taste? I want my life to be sweet like that. When I eat like that. From reality like that.

And I know. My world could be better if it be's like so. But I have got to ensure the salvation of my soul.

Removed from lower lows, I reach toward higher heights. Until my days don't feel old and my mood keeps positive nights.

Roots, like straws for trees, sucking in nutrients to stay alive. My caterpillar thoughts encased in my cacoon mind, like butterflies, will one day rise.

Fruit Loops.