Casually lounged on the living room floor,

  arms and legs sprawled out,

  a pillow propping up my head to the television screen—

Another reality show,

  molding reality for us, 

  shaping it into a realm of 

    fake breasts,

      whitened teeth, and 

        artificial tans.

Yet, the truth rests here with my 

  boredom,

    bouts of depression, and 

      anxious nature.

Me, wishing my life could be more like those portrayed on TV,

  but knowing the frozen pint of Baskin Robbins awaits my uncontrollable lunge at the freezer handle.

Attempting to ignore this urge to splurge only makes the hunger grow,

  not just the craving for vanilla icecream swirled with chocolate,

  but for

    fame,

      power,

        love,

   those desires seemingly only possessed by the stars.

But now I realize my reality has surpassed that of the picture I watch every night

  because 

    who’s going to mind

      if I dig into the rainbow-colored world of 32 flavors?

07/16/2003

Author's Note: I just found this unfinished poem I began writing in 2003 so I decided to revise it completely and now here it is... finally finished in the year 2005!

Posted on 01/04/2005
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