Food for my Thought

I am hungry, I thirst for knowledge,
I am dry, starving, taken with ignorance,
Grabbed by blinds, stuffed under vases of blue,
I thought I was full,
I thought I was filled with knowledge,
But now it comes to reality,
My eyes open, and I realise I'm fed up,
My stomach fills with empty rumbles,
My brain bangs the emptied skull, my hands hang limp,
My feet, cracked from kissing gravel for miles,
My eyes blind from the dust that come from the kisses,
Just give me my brain back,
I want food for my thought.