The contradiction of

The mind.

The hypocrisy of

The action.

The paradox of

The life.

The hand, mine,

Controls itself before me.

Quavering, trembling,

It reaches out against

My mind’s intentions.

My mind screams to stop,

Yet the action occurs.

My hand outstretched,

Returns to me,

Clenching

An irresistible

Bundle

Of…

chocolate.

Not the first time,

And knowingly

not the final time

Today.