When I reach the end of it all,

   What will help me feel like it was enough?

With the weight of my duties

   Puffing my chest out to seem extra tough.

Safety in a full bank account

   And a house full of stuff?

Or perhaps a love so real

   I’m shown what life is made of.

Can anyone reach it?

What would I feel if I got there?

Does craving cease? Or will I finally understand what is “crave”?

   A rouse, an illusion –

   A reflection of something more –

   A dream waiting to be dispersed with waking –

Would, that I just can be enough.