will we ever get enough
be enough
for our greedy selves?

is there a saturation point
for our needs
our demands
to always have
more of what has made us
   feel so good
      or bad?

   you do not work enough
   you do not care enough
   you do not love me enough
   you do not speak enough
   you do not have enough

   not pay enough
   not sleep enough
   not say enough
   not learn enough

   not enough exercise
   not enough fun
   not enough suffering
   not enough dancing
      with the wind

yet we are able to
have enough
   drink
   food
   time
   trouble
   & cetera

enough is enough
we say

somehow
it never is

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