Starving in all paths of the word,
This baby-eyes curse eats me alive.
Thriving and then shriveling up again,
Never satisfied.
Don’t be unfair to me world,
You ought to know by now why I am this way.
Why I am so selfish for human touch and valid experiences,
Like a settlement I feel entitled to as time progresses.
Almost cruelly you pass life out in solid, withering increments.
Never enough.
I crave the lump sum,
A real and genuine life all for me and no one else!
Can you manage?
