Anything is ever enough
by MW Cook
When did breathing in and out become not enough?
After you’d breathed for a while and it bored you. Then you became hungry.
And when did eating and drinking become not enough?
After you’d had your fill and food bored you. Then you grew cold.
And when did a roof over my head and blankets on my bed become not enough?
After you’d lived in your house a while, and from a warm room watched the snow fall until it bored you. Then you were restless.
And then nothing was ever enough.
Until you decide to be done with boredom.
Then anything will be enough.