I am so hungry for light…
I could change hearts to candles and torches,
Every street in this city of Might
Would receive scents of flammable scorches.

I am so thirsty for water…
I could drink mountains’ lava and rain,
Even thickening tears of laughter,
Boisterous blisters of pain.

I am so craving for peace…
I could silence the stones and the stumps,
With my humble, transitional “lease”
I would calm all the swelling and lumps.

I am so hungry, so thirsty, so craving…
For a life to be given to me.
My so feeble a soul has been begging
For the last slice, the bread of TO BE.