Why have I always accepted the crumbs
Foraged for love like dog seeks out food
Searched for acceptance and twiddled my thumbs
And wandered the globe, all unseen and crude?
How is it I've wanted, yet never had,
And longed for another, unknown desire?
Gormless and graceless and seemingly sad
Warmed by the notion that will not retire.
Why have I waited so long for this myth?
A notion that carries all peoples’ belief
That wholeness and goodness are seldom blithe
And love come too all with blissful relief.
Crumbs cannot feed the famished and fawningThey give enough hope, and ignore warnings.