Morning brought,once, once more, and again,the ache for purpose.   It left,   a glittery taste of the future,   I chased it ever since. Noon brought,once, once more, and again,the creaking door swung slowly open,   It left,   a foul taste of growth,   yet I didn't reach back. Nightfall came,once, once more, and again,the porcelain dropped to the floor and shattered,   It left,   an array of color, pain, and lust,   and I chased it ever since.