The world comes at you,
and asks,
"what do you want?"
"What do you want?"
It is rough to reply,
you don't know.
Love?
Joy?
Wealth?
All these things seem possible,
all these things are there.
But want?
Desire,
for want of these things,
seems like mere hunger,
and desire for a non - animilastic nature,
suggests better.
Is it all hunger?
am I merely a shark?
Because I can be fed,
and I can keep swimming,
survival talented shark I am.
Is this what defines me?
I reject this,
I reject hunger
for the sake of hunger,
I will forgo joy,
if it is mere reaction,
I will give up happiness,
if it is only consumption.
Let me always be ravenous.
