who put the fork in the road?
who put the road on a plate?
who put the plate on the map?
who made the map into a table cloth?
who put the table cloth over a brain?
who eats consciousness there,
where decisions are the main course
and traveling the universe
is only a topic for conversation's whimsy?
the palate for topic consumption
is not nutritious.
tasty, yes, but self in nourishment status?
no, not so, much the result,
as if just mind occupancy
is the consumption reward.
but then, the world of decisions
appears that way,
as if it always had menu appeal,
as the first order of action taken.
a fork in the road is for
decision eyes to ascertain.
a clamor of urgency arises in that moment.
what are we going to eat
as doing is the meal being served
and who is the cause of all of this method?
yes, who?
okay who within oneself
is the author of acceptance?
from where within oneself
does 'who', the unknown
have that momentous status
that we all get along with,
as if riding in their car
to where they generally want to go?
and we go along with that
as if parented by this unknown?
that we have generically titled as 'who'?
yes, the same who,
the one that put the fork in the road
and so now we are here
where more decisions are served ongoing
on a daily basis as our diet of means.
so, who is who?
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