Unfulfilled

What you give are infinite amounts of black and white
but I need blinding yellows, blazing reds or even bottomless blues

With you I parade around only in this flat courtyard
but I want to jump into canyons and swim across the sea

My senses stay tame beside you
I survive eating the straw you provide
but I do not consume nutrients

The feel of you is that familiar lukewarm
But I want to feel an Arctic chill or volcanic heat

Your smell is that of water
but I long for the scent I can't refuse

Your repetitive words are evening traffic
but I want to hear breaking news

With you my reflection is that inching caterpillar
but I yearn for it to be a butterfly, free.