I went away
flew out onto golden sun
there was that thing.
It stirred me inside out
It was because of it,
I had to go find it
I had to know for sure
All the nights before it came
I slept in a dead sleep
Now, ever since it came,
And left I cannot find rest.
It was soft; sweet to the taste but, invisible
I felt I could sit, enjoy the many subtleties
but soon as it had came; it left.
And leaving me was my contentment
In its place constant state of want.
Need so plain, I'm frightened to know
I had only presently, become aware of it
Aware that, the need, was always there.
There is nothing that I love here anymore
So I left.
