The Hunger
Unlike a grumble that wakes you up in the morning it is the aroma that in tunes you to eat,
Distinguished not by its ingredients but the culminating glee that aligns your palates,
Inordinate from what you eat but, yet what we crave has a urge just as much as we do to dwell.
It's ambiance is greeted with a sigh of relief and christened with a smile.
Tickled and encouraged to titillate by its arrival, it stands back and admirers our feat,
Ascertaining to our condescending comments it smirks with an attention to reward our sagacious actions,
The rendezvous has a intersection along prosperity and you.
You two embark not in search of food but in search of self success. It has been the aspiration for success that has brought you so far,
It is the silhouette that sojourns, deliberating what will be next?
It has been the faith that has carry you so far, convoluted and called luck it has prevailed from travail and screams success.