Just Sit There

I once found it easy
to list my favorite memories:
                  the songs I listen to,
                  the places I had visited,
                  and the restaurants where
I loved to eat.

But something has changed
and it’s so tempting for me
to blame others.

Living unconsciously
means many different things.
It could be watching a movie
and not remembering the title,
or listening to a song written by AI.

From there the road narrows,
until choices can only come
from our unconscious instincts,
                  or perhaps even worse
from nowhere at all.

But I don’t know what to do.
So maybe I’ll just sit here.

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This poem was written on December 5, 2025.