Spaghetti Bolognaise Suddenly I am filled with anxiety Doubts clouding my interpretation, Questioning whether my education Enables me to read and understand. Comprehension was my specialty Pride taken in familiarity with words, But now I am uncomfortably pensive Reviewing assumptions taken easily. I laugh at my constant churning unease Amused that time has taught me nothing, Patient is not the strongpoint of power Reigning as the head needs freedom. Your eyes show me all your honesty Their depth filled with such longing, Objects can be further than they seem From the perspective of the sacrificial. So I carefully accumulate the principles Diverse threads in unrelated patterns, Like bowls of fresh boiled pasta string Needing oil to separate their strands. You have the sauce already mixed I chose you for your tang and texture, Recognizing the medium to enhance The often-bland flavor of truth I impart.