no, but i'm not hungry either, nor am I misplaced, nor destitute but i do have a thirst for that i can't seem to understand that of the mind, that promises more and all that it is this life ignores as we play generation x rules this slacknesss consumes oh for the tears left in their wake these bodies tighten and ache christ on a cross we were promised so much more and yet dreams don't die if they ne'er had a chance to live or love, or breathe, or feel maybe that's too big maybe that's too real lift it and move on its just another week from another long past year hold on dear hold on dear