Why am I always thirsty?
Location
My parched mind searches far and wide,
But how far must it wander before it comes to decide
That this is its next cool glass of inspiration?
I could be traveling all over the nation
Before I find my one and only drink
That will help my gray matter think.
My mind is a sponge that fights to overcome
Its persistent demand for wanting more.
I am not a starving artist but a thirsty one.
This poem is about:
Me
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