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Bottomless Plate of Discovery


Hunger,

It curls it's way through my body.

Empty,

yet alive.

The stomach of my brain,

looks within for reason,

but it is never satified.

My brain yearns for more.

To see more,

learn more,

touch,

taste,

hear more.

Life without hunger,

is a life of limitations.

I hope to never be satisfied,

never stuffed full,

never in a food coma of knowledge. 

For there is always more to eat,

in a bottomless plate of discovery.

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