by Alexandra Wilson

Created on: September 13, 2008

I am hungry
So often I Sense that I am missing something
Craving something
That far surpasses the need for chocolate
But some how the same dreaded nuisance that comes beckoning
On the stage, I stand alone
Nodding in contented agreement
Enlightened for a moment.
then it's gone
Once again Lame in ignorance
Chasing broken sentences
Desiring to state a fact
Missed by hearing ears
Listen, Listen
But it's missed in a fancy "a las"
A stream of nonsense unleashed to
convince the world,
you are more than your audience
But they have nothing to learn,
which they do not already seek

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