Spaghetti BolognaiseSuddenly I am filled with anxietyDoubts clouding my interpretation,Questioning whether my educationEnables me to read and understand.Comprehension was my specialtyPride taken in familiarity with words,But now I am uncomfortably pensiveReviewing assumptions taken easily.I laugh at my constant churning uneaseAmused that time has taught me nothing,Patient is not the strongpoint of powerReigning as the head needs freedom.Your eyes show me all your honestyTheir depth filled with such longing, Objects can be further than they seemFrom the perspective of the sacrificial.So I carefully accumulate the principlesDiverse threads in unrelated patterns,Like bowls of fresh boiled pasta stringNeeding oil to separate their strands.You have the sauce already mixedI chose you for your tang and texture,Recognizing the medium to enhanceThe often-bland flavor of truth I impart.
