What is craving?
is it what the mother felt
when she was concocting a baby?
or is it older than that,
perhaps the ancestral monkey,
possesed by arborial cravings
for an unexplored tree?
Or is it what you felt
about sex during puberty?
Or is it what you'll always feel
till the day that you die,
about the elusive taste of money?
Is craving the need for soulful liberty?
Or is it merely an escape from poverty?
IS craving and its beauty
your cup of T?
2 comments:
T is tough,
It might be rough;
T is thorough,
Like a rabbits borrough;
T maybe a sweet cup of tea, or
T may be a bitter tamarind
T is all that you taste.
Don't Trust all you Touch - it
could be a Tampered illusion!
Tease your senses, seek the Truth.
But where is Truth?
What is Truth?
Time is truth?
T is Time!
T can be a lot of Things!
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