Dilemma

What do I want to eat for lunch? What do I want to eat for dinner? What do I want to eat? Eat, eat, eat, singularly, the toughest decision to be made, on a daily basis. Rough life, isn't it? To eat, to eat, to eat, what to eat? There's enough to be eat, but what? The most time I spend in my day, convert to writing I will, if I may, to consume everything that comes my way, to eat, to eat, to eat. Flow of consciousness be damned, my hunger consumes me. I am eaten by the idea of eating. All thoughts, all mindless drive, all eating. It consumes me. Let it pass through, I will work on through, but never at rest, it will return. It will return, it will consume me. Eats. Eating. Ate.