Gone are the days when a sandwich makes my day
Gone are the days when a cup of hot chocolate washes the gloom away
And gone are the days when a hearty meal relieves all dismay.
It is now whether to have half or only a quarter
Whether to share or simply none altogether
Or, decide maybe the easiest is never.
Having food becomes an endless dilemma
Meeting up becomes a dreary decision
And hiding away seems the best ever.
It is a constant struggle
A preoccupation of the mind and soul
But, one that should not have taken control.