Creative juices are flowing,
The all-knowing eye is glowing,
Showing me signs and visions of things golden,
I refuse to recycle things I've told them,
Perfection is a race in which we are all misplaced,
Scared to finish, we just wanna keep pace,
I'll accept the disgrace and humiliation,
If I come in last place I'll still expect an ovation,
My mind is heavier than my binder,
It serves as a reminder that I must find "her",
and tell her that I love her and find her irresistible,
I'll read her like a crystal, always tell her I missed her,
Pursuit of happiness is a race against time,
Just like perfection, the endless rope we climb,
In a weeks time I'll be fasting, almost divine,
The sun's gaze watching over my mind telling it to release all the urges of food and wine,
It's not just the appetite, the sex and lust is another fight, it's morally impolite but I'm better for it,
I'll admit that I'm not ready for it,
But I question is my adrenaline enough?
Through anticipation does the going really get rough?
Is my mind a weapon or a liability?
The ability to tell lies in my minds abilities,
This is the paradox we call reality,
The reality check is in need during this month,
It is the only way to get to the forefront,
of the problem of humanity's inhuman capacity,
to accept tragedy and move on emphatically,
It is a practice in practicality,
To take away necessities haphazardly,
And reflect on the sharpness of the daggers we,
put in each others back unknowingly,
They can go without food? so can we,
Cause in reality we are all intellectually hungry. |
Submission Name: Intellectual Hunger
