Insatiable Thirst

don't you really feel sometimes
that everything you needed to know
is already in your head
and that you're just unlocking levels
like in a video game?

it's a land of mystery, this mind
a land of wisdom, of contradictions
it's a place where kings rule and peasants breed
it's a place where demons rule and the hungry meet

and along this street are pretty girls
yet none, one starts to wonder
if there'll be anything ever in common
with the writer

i have written the words and forgotten the songs
maybe for the better
but i still continue create even more
to get even
with time (a-platter)

and as i first forget, and later they
the same
before we vanish
let's close our eyes
and think once more
let's purse our lips
in silence before
our eyes leave us

hanging

this is a compilation
an agglomeration of thoughts
over the past few days
in words unsatisfactory
as always

do i hope that my mind
be cleared of these thoughts
when i write them
or to hope for more to come?

alas, even i myself am not
in the position of authority
to answer
this riddle

and beginning which
i am to realize
that i may never
fulfill the "solvation"
of the puzzles
that grow

like rain flowers
in my head

i wonder why i think so much
and love the thought of it

i wonder why i'm still searching
after all these years
unquenched

and i wonder
exactly what it is
that i'm searching for