The neurosis

Of choices.
Many choices before.
I lived in a tomato garden.
Where the location mattered.
When I grew dreaming of ketchup.
And all of this for the challenge?
My great imaculate brain wave!
Wanting to follow how breath taking:
I was.
The neurosis reminds me of it.
How I felt;
when time was never a factor.
And tomato plants ruled all.
What lost is found in the comfort of my own
admission.
What lost is found in the emotional comfort my
brain has.