There Must Be Something More
There must be something more
than what is right in front of us.
More than your next meal,
next crap,
next fuck.
More than work,
more than the distractions of play.
Traffic,
or unpaid overtime.
Frozen dinners from Trader Joe’s,
or Wild Turkey on the rocks
to help you sleep at night.
There must be something more
than what fights so hard for your attention.
Bingeing on shows in a weekend
because you are too tired most nights
to watch just one episode at a time.
And chasing,
always chasing whatever it is
you think will fill the hole,
complete the puzzle,
satisfy that unspoken need.
But it isn’t really there,
because it doesn’t know your name.
There must be something more
than what you’ve been told.
More than what you haven’t been told,
or even dreamed with your
last moments of sleep before
you get up and do the same things
all over again,
until the day you can’t.
Because you died sooner than
you were led to believe was possible.
There must be something more
than what never satisfies,
always leaves you longing
or reminiscing,
or grieving.
And I would tell you what it is,
but it doesn’t know my name either.
© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday
There isn’t.
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