I was born hungry without anyone knowing. Hunger for learning why the sun rises in the morning. Curious kid in the neighborhood Nurturing his imagination asking questions about the truth: Scientist? Artist? Asking the wrong question. Please, stop. Let me continue in this state of awe. Stop, again. Can't you see? That what I need, is not what you think? I don't want to be satisfied It makes me slow, dull, forever out of my zone, wooden horse with no one inside. Let me stay hungry so I conquer my world within. Like an addict who can't let go the thing that lets him cope with his truth.