My muse can cook

Why must my hungry young heart, sink in societal seas;
away from the love, the home that I knew.
Why must every rendition of our culture’s traditions,
leave me feeling as if there’s nothing to do.
Please, notice how stars will grow dim by the day;
still we see them at night, when we need them to say
their sprinkled reasons, in our infinite void.
 
But the devil tempts minds that float idly by,
with freshly bloomed flowers,
discount beds in July.
His whispered deceptions
tempt our youthful perceptions.
Will quick-fix suffice
when we’re talking of love and everyday life?
 
Still, even my mind drifts idly in sleep,
through dreams where vicious hopes creep.
They drag me down to a lazy depression
and skew my desires with their sickened discretion.
 
But in luminous sway, she reclaims my true way;
restores in my mind that some souls intertwine.
Then ignites my heart’s fire
till I’m warm with desire.
Thus, I am happy and want something to eat.