A hushing fill of appetite, a quenching douse of thirst

To simmer down the roar inside, be breast-fed or be nursed

From off that plate, I'll have non of, partake in non of that

The wolf caged in my stubborn heart remains unsatisfact

Hungering now for something else, wanting for something new

Haunting my longings everyday, never it bids adieu

The crave that draws me here and there, just will not be fulfilled

Aroma of unsettling shift, it fades away then builds

Sat-is-fac-tion?....don't know you, I've seldom heard your name

Only further tendencies, here linger in my brain