INSATIABLE

What is insatiable ...

Is it something that we do not hold ..

Or things never heard of ...

or told . . .

Is seperation the only pain in life ?

Why necessity is preceeded by desires

and

need by will ?

Who is to say .. and who to blame ?

The quench .. the absolution ..

so far

And everything in between ..

Right there

We cant but stop and stare

And feel and not say ..

but even If we could

It, we wouldnt do ..

The Life we hold ..

the love thats growing cold

The tears

that no longer come out

with a smile

Broken Wings have a home tonight ...

Is it necessary to have and to hold ?

What is the harm in doin things, not told ?

Why fear death,

something noone's ever seen ?

Why the roads and pastures .. far and distant

always look green ...

And in the tracks .. is life unheard

felt .. but not seen

The tempest awaits ..

ingnonimity behold ..

Curtains Draw closer ...

Brace up for the performance .!

Who is to say of what to let go ...

And what to hold ?

Lets roll the dice ...

And take our chance

Meditative deluge in this trance

Upstaging every prediction ..

The quest for self continues . . .