Basically, I don’t believe there is such a thing as enough. And it terrifies me. So, I constantly jump to the next thing hoping that becomes enough “enough” for me.
December 12, 2019
Onto the Next
There is no end
my friends
they say,
“don’t delay
soon will be your day!”
But next thing I know
I’m outside a new door
cold and sore
no space to soar
too quiet to roar
time to pick up an oar.
And to the next river go.
What happens when at sea?
At peace will I be?
or…
is there more to see?
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Note:
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