is it ever enough

cataclizmicklly and rythmiclly
the world makes sense if you really want it to
you can find clues in the dirtiest dumpsters if you only look
the signs point to yes if you follow them that way
and they turn you towards disaster if you let them
which way will you go?
the road lies stretched ahead
and you can go any which way you choose
and I choose to go this way
and then turn round back sometimes
the object is to keep on moving
never stop
dont
until you get enuff
what's enuff
for me
you
half full or half empty
which way do you look it
stare it down
and breathe it in
smell the wicked views of containment
this is my home
I live in this casing
it's looking more withered
and just when it should be spit shining
gleam griming
the way I see it
is through glass of rose
at times
I see what I wanna see
sometimes
I dont see what I should
I look too closely
I feel too deeply
I ask nothing
give nothing
spare no feelings
spare too many
I grow tired with trivial
the mundane makes me weep
and the heroic efforts of others
leave me speechless
and grasping for more
and somehow I keep thinking
writing
typing
and what do I hope to accomplish
a bit of release
of what's trapped
mostly wrapped
in my casing
I like to free up space every now and then
make room for more
mismatched discoveries
and unlearned truths
crafting my reality
through trust
and deceit
my truth is your lie
and your truth is my lie
I'm running circles
looking for an end
and it keeps coming back to me
this beginning
and middle
this slice of possibility
anything's possible
but knowing what you want
what you really want
is harder
want wish want wish
need
I'm getting by
but could I be doing better?