But what if everything I have is not enough?
You shrug and so I ask again,
because if there is no answer
there is only a void.
And I can’t look into the void.
Too much is held in that empty space.
Troubles once tossed
continue to tumble this way and that,
whilst all the time we move along.
Oblivious and unaware
that those troubles never went anywhere
But everything I have matters little.
And all that I give, matters less so.
We both know the truth of it.
It’s who I am.
And the real question,
the one that pierces the heart,
rides my soul into the thunder clap,
is this. What if everything I am…
everything I am is not…
enough at all?