Because you can never 'have' enough ...
Hungry
Five o' clock in the morning.
I am sitting on bed with
breakfast-cigarette burning
between fingers;
a good sleep has quenched thirst of
fluid dreams which falsify
a meaningless existence in hungry world.
Sun is yet to rise,
my soul floats high above foggy autumn-night
to greet the morning sun
while body lingers on cozy bed
craving for warmth of day-break.
I am hungry -- hungry for more !
Food makes me go on
because I go on, I go beyond
only to gain some more food for thought.
Life circles around this dichotomy
tracing never-ending loops arriving forever.
Still I feel too lazy
to step out of bed and go into kitchen,
that's the tragedy !
Hungry
Five o' clock in the morning.
I am sitting on bed with
breakfast-cigarette burning
between fingers;
a good sleep has quenched thirst of
fluid dreams which falsify
a meaningless existence in hungry world.
Sun is yet to rise,
my soul floats high above foggy autumn-night
to greet the morning sun
while body lingers on cozy bed
craving for warmth of day-break.
I am hungry -- hungry for more !
Food makes me go on
because I go on, I go beyond
only to gain some more food for thought.
Life circles around this dichotomy
tracing never-ending loops arriving forever.
Still I feel too lazy
to step out of bed and go into kitchen,
that's the tragedy !
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