How did I draw the short straw to have an empty shelf

I call out in to the emptyness that is my hope and there was only silence

Silence cannot nourish the body, it only serves it's self

Oh please spare me this pain!

Save me from this hunger stabbing in to my stomach with it's demilance

I....

[too week to continue]

Free thinkers, endangered and fragile

Social architects chipping away at the luster of our imagination

But some of us are nimble and agile

We tune in to the frequency of our own station

We are a shape that fits no mold

And when we tweak our unique, we shine like gold