A man of discontent, I am.
Of how discontent, Content, I am.
Ironic it is.

For how can one be content,
If he is truly discontent.

By being content,
We lose the hunger.
To live is a hunger we cannot sate.

To sate this hunger,
Is to fill a hole that has no end.

I am a man of discontent.
And to live is what I hunger for.
And with that, I am content.