The world is my slice
My slice of bread
And I am the substance
The peanut butter
I have melted myself down
To make more
To spread thinner
To cover more of my world
I fear now, though
That I have ruined me
I cannot reach the edges
Of my bread
I keep pushing and pushing
On to the edges of it
Trying to reach it all
I can see it then, through me
It has turned as oil
Lying on the surface
As the tasty, thick substance beneath
Lay unable to be enjoyed
I fear, then in my hope
My need to be everywhere
For everything
For everyone
I have spread myself too thin.
