What troubles us is this:
That when we find something delicious,
We’ll never stop eating it.
We’ll be lost in nature’s beauty
And never see our friends.
We will fall in love with films—
One more film is waiting when this one ends.
We will be out on the unstable trail,
Too far away from him and her.
We will weigh three hundred pounds.
Eating delicious things will make this occur.
Someone writes a story and breaks our heart
And then the vaster heart-aches start.
We will read a philosophical tract
And disappear.
We will die by a scary thought—
We couldn’t stop reading the articles
Which said this happened last year.
We found something delicious
Known only to ourselves.
We eat. But no one sees what we do.
But I avoid these dangers—how?
I’m watched. I’m always watched by you.