Why am I not enough -- why am I not more,
The bright of increase blinds my thoughts,
Blood and sweat will spend it all,
To gain my freedom from the tyrant Wants,
I sit down by the roasting boar,
With fleeting joy I revel in my spoil,
My thoughts yearn still for the elusive more,
Enough it seems I will never employ.
Inspired by the pressures of expectation