What If's

I was served some food.

The black colored goo was inedible.

I was served some food.

It was burnt to a crisp.

I was served some food.

I do not eat grass and flower petals.

I was served some food.

I do not like this.

I swallowed my pride

Along with the black goo.

It tasted like common sense.

I swallowed my sense

Of superiority

Along with the burnt food.

It tasted like truth.

I swallowed my air-headedness

Along with the petals and grass.

It tasted like solidity.

I ate the rest.

The cooks smiled at me.

“Now you are starting to understand.”

I smiled.

They were wrong

I already did

But I thought that

If I ignore it

If I pretend

If I

If I

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What if

There are no more if I’s.