Taste Poem by Achim Wollscheid

No, I do not want to taste
That which I cannot live without.
If it were in my grasp at all times,
Maybe I'd devour it up,
But there is nothing as such.
All the good that I have ever held
In the palms of these hands
Has slipped away, and never come back.
Why would I want this,
This that I cannot live without?
What happens when it goes from me?
Will I breathe my last breath,
And topple over dead?
I say it again, I do not want to taste
That which I cannot live without.
I will be better off knowing not of such a thing,
And going on, breathing and living.