I eat voraciously, wanting so much,
And am never, ever sated.
I am discerning.
What I want is good food,
The sweetest of treats,
The choicest of meats,
I hunger for delicious,
And consume with delight.

I love ravenously and without reserve,
It consumes me.
I live, and love,
As if that is all that there is, and it is,
It is everything.
I cannot reign it in,
Or make it any less.

There are people who can be content
With just enough, with a little.
They are moderate people,
Sensible and satisfied.
Not I, when I want,
I want the world.
Like a little child,
Hungry and fixated, my open mouth
And thrumming, eager heart
Ready to give everything,
Waiting to be filled.