Tread light and with purpose.

My favorite foods
Don’t live by the sea
Nor do they grow
In the ground
My favorite songs
Were never mine first
But comfortably-aged
Hand-me-downs
My favorite stories
Don’t hide in a book
They reside in my heart’s
Rapid beat
My favorite times
Belong not to day
But awaken whenever
I sleep
My favorite colors
Inhabit the world
And there isn’t just one
I could choose
My favorite seasons
Change with time
As my memories
Soften with use

My favorite stories
sing food to the songs
of the seasons
and color times found
but My favorite flaw
is having favorites at all
for, in this,
I’m intrinsically bound.