Obsessions

Disclaimer: I am not obsessed with apples or the eating thereof.

I think about one specific thing

Nothing else matters to me

But 3 weeks later, or maybe a month

I no longer care about the stuff.

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A pencil and pen, a shovel and rake

None will matter after they break.

But why did they matter before?

Answers elude me like apple cores.

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And yet, apples taste fine.

But apple cores disgust me.

Despite the fact that their both apples,

One is food, and the other is trash.

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A whole apple tastes great

See it and appetite inflates

Eat it and hunger depletes

At an extreme pace

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“I have eaten the apple”

Is what you would say

But what of the core?

You know there is more

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You look at the core and the apple seeds

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And with disgust you will shock me.

Surprisingly you will tell me,

“Never seen anything more disgusting”

How funny you should say,

Since it’s just seeds plus the thing you ate.

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The same thing undergoes no change.

But somehow goes from awesome to lame

I guess I change interests over time.

I guess over time I change my mind.

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I love a topic for only a minute and after that, I love something different.

The old topic becomes nostalgic.

All of a sudden, I like the topic again.

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It seems to be for me

An unending cycle of eternity

Or at least perhaps. until I die,

Or sleep, or find something else to try.