I Sit at the Table and Wait

Why do you run
From the thing that you desire?
You say that it's the truth you want
But when you find it,
You disbelieve.
Why?!
Why speak?
Why piss into the wind?
I don't know what to do with that.
Truly!
Why won't you listen?
Why do you prioritize 
The thing that you believe
The thing that you can masticate
But never swallow.
Don't you know
That the truth is sweet?
And simple.
And it lasts all day long
And satisfies
If you will choose it over meat.
But you want a thing
That you can keep.
And so, you go hungry.
What am I to do with that
But to remain silent 
Until the pain grows deep enough
That you can sip a spoonful.
Perhaps that is the only way.
Damn! 
But if you only knew
What feasts await!
I sit at the table and wait.
And wait.