Not My Kind Of Salad – Day 330, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

“Shut your mouth!”
Is what I yell in my mind after a word salad I’m exhausted of eating anytime I’m hungry for change.
I can’t really blame anyone for what I put on my plate.
After every ounce of turmoil I’ve been served,
I know better than to whip up a dish worth throwing to the curb.
But,
I eat it anyway…
Only lord knows when the next meal is going to come,
Without anyone other than I to trek through a concrete jungle on a hunt,
For something different.
And,
All I can think of is putting my fork down to listen,
To my stomach growling for a minute,
Hoping I can understand what it’s telling me…
Sweet ole’ silence!
Giving us the answers we need,
Yet,
We keeping,
And,
Beating ourselves down to a pulp we refuse to drink…
Well,
Maybe it’s about time I have a sip of my own tea,
And,
Forget about devouring what simply isn’t satisfying me,
Any longer…