Less

sometimes it almost isn’t fair,

it’s like stealing candy from a baby,

but then there are the other times

when the candy just doesn’t matter,

the small, demeaning, petty little times,

when even tea doesn’t help;

in the end it all evens out;

so you tell yourself it is enough,

but how can it ever be enough,

when it has never been enough,

how do you hold on

to places and people long gone,

heading for brighter nights on their way

out the forbidden door,

deep in the battle,

perhaps I reveal too much,

as she finally sees

just how little there really is,

even as I continue to search

for so much more;

the clock on the wall continues

to keep on ticking,

outside the snowflakes fall

without ever sticking,

lost lovers choose

while never really picking,

children are dragged away

screaming and kicking;

and still it goes on;

 why not honor?

why not greatness?

yet it is mediocrity instead,

seeking comfort,

finding bare necessities,

existing to exist;

settling for less.

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