I never will

because there is always more.

Always one more thing I must acquire

another feeling I need to chase.

Nothing is getting better

inside of me. (I won’t lie.)

But that doesn’t matter.

I live for the one next thing

the next thing on my list.

I can’t do it until it is done.

Then when I have it, the thing,

another one comes and I need that one too.

Forever and ever.

I live for the one next thing

and I will never not have a next thing.

Of last breaths to draw? I think not.