I watched him take what he could get,
And wondered why that was.
But somehow I understood the deep set need,
The ravenous spirit of Never Enough
Had always lived in me,
Or at least I had known that spirit
From as far back as I could go.
And tho I would never call it a friend,
It's something I sure do know—
That and the Spirit of Lack.
But when you can never feel wanted enough,
Is that someone else's fault?
When Nothin Is Good Enough slumbers
And morphs into Everything Is,
You may squirm,
Trying to find yourself
Somewhere in between.
And wondered why that was.
But somehow I understood the deep set need,
The ravenous spirit of Never Enough
Had always lived in me,
Or at least I had known that spirit
From as far back as I could go.
And tho I would never call it a friend,
It's something I sure do know—
That and the Spirit of Lack.
But when you can never feel wanted enough,
Is that someone else's fault?
When Nothin Is Good Enough slumbers
And morphs into Everything Is,
You may squirm,
Trying to find yourself
Somewhere in between.
-jenn long
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