Geo.town -Caches Pt2

(lying in my bed at 11.55pm, this took form)

I said I would sing

only what I knew - 

then found I could not sing,

for I knew

nothing.

Except.

That I am hungry.

And hunger makes

a dismal song.

Perhaps once hunger is fully known,

and past,

I shall begin to know

something else,

and be able to

sing.

But until then,

I will open my mouth

silently,

waiting to be filled.