Sufficiency is a land of nowhere,
it's nothing.
Surely something that does not lack
should offer security.
It does not exist.
Can you tell me you can define the borders,
of having too little and too much?
Sufficiency is in the middle:
it is enough,
but I think human nature has lost the ability to find it.
Emotional sufficiency;
not many come by it.
Will we ever feel we have enough?
Right now it seems like we're all mentally dying.
When I look around,
now all I wonder is,
if anyone isn't miserable,
in one way or another.
Would it really matter if you left town,
when ghosts can follow you everywhere?
Living constrained to walls that,
nobody else can see,
I feel like I'm keeping it all within me.
Living with the things I must do,
however so little,
suffocates me while everyone else,
sees no trouble,
nothing going on at all,
but I just want it all to stop.
28/7/17
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