the hunger

what a blur  - what I remember
 of what I was told and saw in turn

the way it is
 the way it was
  suppose to be
   oh how this hurts

so i will sing another song
i will find my own repair
i will cleanse the soiled sheets of my own bed

my woman plays her heart like wildfire
my man he sends out a message of haste
what we seem to read here I cannot say
 but what is found there is often enough to survive
the hunger

and looking back so much has changed
he is ephemeral - she has won her fame
yes looking back the hunger died
though the desire remains - God knows why
and while it stings for its  hour
 in time
  for exploring its pangs
   is offered

a slice
 a bite
slice
 bite
of Life