Feast and famine (a poem)

A rare instance in which I wrote a poem on my phone.

Feast or famine
is not a choice
They both exist
one atop the other

Layers of experience
bound by circumstance
imprint their weight
upon existence

so we can fashion
the narratives
of our lives
to fit our choices

If we find them
wanting
obviously our choices
were limited

(15 August 2015)