But Like The Highlighter Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

For a time,
He settled into the ambiguity of his life,
Disregarding the tragedy of one's life when their satisfaction level changes or evaporates,
Which all depend on the changes within them and their lifestyle or surroundings
But like the highlighter,
Which can inadvertently highlight what isn't highlighted simply by encasing it in reach of other highlights,
Eventually those porous recollections come to collect,
Knocking one right off their backside,
Right back into the role of answering questions about the veracity peace of mind,
Or the relevance of forgotten confusion