Thirst (Poetry)
To thirst,
to hunger,
to need,
to feed,
to yearn,
to forge forward evermore.
How melancholy of a dream it is to be so hungry, so devoid of wanted fulfillment that all we do is strive to achieve more.
More.
Achieve more status, more love, more wealth, more legacy.
Always pushing, making progress to get one more step ahead so that we may be fulfilled, but at what point does that come?
This hunger of fulfillment becomes a sickness, a malnourishment we try to cure. Taking in more of what makes us, us. More knowledge, more skills, more patience, more money, more, more, more.
But its never enough. For in these lives of ours we wish to be fulfilled, to find that sense of contentment, to cement our legacy; but when will it come? Will it ever come?
Will those who come after us see our work, and our thirst for more as an attempt to make life better?
Will they see the visionary or the vampyre?
Will they only see the thirst?
Inspired by: "I am never fulfilled so I strive" -Hurlewain "Harley" Penemue