We are all just hungry children of the sun and moon Running around on a rock in the middle of infinity Crying out our souls to the world Begging to be heard Begging to be told what to do We are angry, and joyful and irrational We are full of nature and fire We are loud and needy A small stream of consciousness Ready to be fed.
First even poem! Constructive criticism would be great, but keep in mind that this is my first poem please :)