My Thurst.

I lost it
To find it
A game that I indulged in

I lost it again
To find it again
Each day bought me that opportunity, and
I played it, it felt new every-time I indulged,
I liked it
I hated it
I felt it.

It had a story each time
That had to end
Before I slept every night.

I have had choices,
That helped me sleep,
I remembered mostly all my sleep.
Wanting what I wanted,
I was living them.

Voices thus spoke of,
Reflections of my mind,
The rhythm of its body, that
I am in the instinct of my desires, and
I have so much more to do.