She will never be enough
and it will keep her alive
in a warped sense of prolonging that we all call
life.
We all store experiences in our future,
hoping to meet them one day
we all have expectations for ourselves
and whatever we do, they will always be replaced
by the next thrill, the next goal
These pieces of life will keep us alive
and so even though we may hate them,
they are worth it.

Because they will keep our hearts beating
And occupy our minds
So that we don't waste away into blank lifeless spaces
We'll always be real and raw
Passionate, messy and hopeful
Of the future.