Not Enough

When we feed at the same plate
We compete for survival
Can it become too much
Can we bloat to beyond satiation
How long until we fall into oblivion
How long remains
The juice in our whistle
Does it taste
What happens to the carousel

Will I become a butterfly
Will I morph
Do my wings stretch
Against the wind
Do I live just a season
Do I recapitulate
In endless existence
When what happens
Is more than now

I look at those who drink

From the waters of existence
And they are satisfied
But my heart is not
I need to be in love
As pathetic as that might sound
I need an embrace
In these last few hour