Malcontentedness

A hunger for more

this quench unappeased

A longing galore

unsatiated or not in reach

this quest for more

A blatant hunt for something dignified

disproportionate samples of all things crucified

this tired bonding seems not for me; no more

A tiresome task, all things normal have begun to bore

disconnected; by myself I wish to remain

this mystical enigma sore

Blame no hearts nor fate

for any thoughts and feelings for things of woe

To something anonymous and deliberately undefined

in a blank maze of maybe's - who know's

this understanding of hunger and unquenched thirst,

let's leave, Incomplete and Irresolute,
In a lid-less box; semi-confined

until a more seemingly appropriate time...