Brain Food

I sat at the tree of Knowledge, looking up at the fruit 
He told me not to take, but how could I resist?
With what would come at first bite, would be great
And my stomach did insist
It had been fed the other sorts
But this is the kind it wants
I want and need this stuff so much
That in my dreams it haunts
What's the point of the same old thing?
What's the point of the same old life?
What's the point of resisting it all?
So give me the fruit, and give me the knife
Know said the fruit of knowledge was an apple?
How couldn't it be but a pear?
Though if I did eat it
Could I be forgiven in a prayer...?
Could I be fed with kisses and hugs?
And shown that I'm deeply loved
Stead of being herd away
By being pushed and shoved
If I were able to get that one special thing
That would set me far enough apart
Would it help me fight my foes
Or would a fight, would it start?
Strength finds us all
Just in different ways
Some of them are a false route
The other comes with days