Life is give and take

That's what everyone says 

Supply and demand that's how we survive

But then you love

You'll give, and you'll give, and you'll give

And expect nothing in return 

Not when your cheeks begin to sink inwards

Not when your hands grow thin

Not even when you grow gaunt and pale

Nor when you find  yourself starving

No, you won't expect a single thing

Oh, all system is lost

No lust or hunger, you've escaped a system 

But never completely 

You'll crave even some flies

Feel starvation grip its way around your stomach

Crying and whining noisily

You'll lick your lips as flies zip by

But not a peep you'll make

Because you dare not take

Maybe just maybe 

The system of give and take is right.