The birds and the trees
The hum of fields
Heat lines on corn
They're never enough.

Thick paint on paper
Strumming guitar strings
Dances at dusk
They're never enough

Toes on sand
Stares at the horizon
Floating in the abyss

Humdrum routines
With boundary lines
Leaning at the edge
The voices in my head
Whisper "it's just not enough"