Hunger

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. 

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