fickleness – The Halfwit Writer

I started to lose interest
where it began, I cannot tell –
was it diseases of delusions?
or the medications as well?

Aversion to sugar
I dislike that sweet —
but a little too tart?
sours my treat

A dash of salt
is too salty still
when I want a
silly snack

Creamy vanilla
    or buttered plain
        are two with simple
                               lack

Yet mocha dark
       or caramel glazed
              are off my beaten
                                path

So what is it I fancy?
what is it I crave?
and what will satisfy me?
or quick become depraved?

For once a pleasure rises
    a pleasure, she must fall
    and he who sympathizes with
                                attachment
       is he who loses all

For grasping at an object,
impermanent, illusion best
is ignorance, the birthplace
of delusions, all the rest

So what will satisfy me
     external to my mind?
Nothing nothing no   thing
         for all that is
         is named, is mind