I'm Hungry , Starving, No Ration And No Utensils..
.. Only A Fork In The Road, But I ' d Rather Eat With Pencils..
There's A Career On The Table, That I Must Comtemplate..
.. A Future In The Burner on 360°, But It's Much To Late ..
Burning, Disintegrating There Before My Eyes ..
.. I'm Hungry For That Meal That Would Heal The Crys..
That Meal Of Fortune, That Meal Of Potential Wealth..
.. That Meal That Leads Careers To Essential Health ..
That Lights Upon This Room, Are Dimly Shining Corrosion ..
.. Eating, Whipe My Face With My Sleve Of Emotions ..
I'm Hungry, A Bowl Of Life With A Cup Of Success..
.. I Am Heartless, Therefore' There Is No Heart To Bless..
When The Lights Turn Off .. My Life's Burned Off..
.. In A Inferno Of Sparks Of Could-of-Been's That I Couldn't Stop..
There's A Population Of I, Still Striving For That Meal ..
.. That Last Meal That Makes You Known And Past Conceal..
There's The Problem Everyone Is After What I ' m After ..
.. Only Few Will Achieve As The Rest Of The Beggers Lose Laughter..
You Only Can Strive So Far, At A Certain Point You Must Stop..
.. You Can Only Climb The Ladder Of Hope Till You Reach The Top..
After You've Earned Your Plenty Of The Hunger You've Lost ..
.. You've Acheived The Goal, The Cost You Payed.. Is What You've Got..