I hunger for time—
more of which I don't have,
Thirst for love;
but not all would quench it,
Seek a purpose
that isn't labelled at first sight,
Dream of greatest—
in the confines of being simple,
Sin in the several;
seven times a day- consciously
I've done it all-
but in an all still not complete,
I'm incomplete.
Jun 26, 2022
Jun 26, 2022 at 8:19 AM UTC
I hunger for time—
more of which I don't have,
Thirst for love;
but not all would quench it,
Seek a purpose
that isn't labelled at first sight,
Dream of greatest—
in the confines of being simple,
Sin in the several;
seven times a day- consciously
I've done it all-
but in an all still not complete,
I'm incomplete.
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