Hunger for the opposite

Hunger for the opposite
The feeling, even just a small bit

Thirst is different,
It is used to tint,
Perhaps the world is to create disillusion

These entire hormones come in to fusion
The color, ingredient and flavour
Most of which we are oblivious, but we savor

Something that is not blatant,
Our reaction is spontaneous and flagrant
There is no boundaries, no confining walk
Reactions albeit make us weak when we talk

However illusions are immensely shielded
By the life long induced serenity that we molded

Our vision of the satisfaction
Only to make diction out of fiction
But why do we repeat and always keep a routine?
Especially when the outcome is not unforeseen

Always avoiding facing what you lack
Is the mirror only a TV dressed in black?

Despite repeating, no reason and the riot…
We’ll have to rise and try to defy it

Because if taken for granted
The edge will stay sanded
We’ll stay as dull as that weekday sandwich
Almost as still as a corpse and hardly twitch