Impasse

I suppose it's enough

Whilst days progress
And aches rest
An empty bath
Cries

I suppose it's enough

Whilst towns bustle
And rain hustles
Cheating the sun
Out of its place

I suppose it's enough

To want and not receive
Twisting and bending to deceive
Whilst meals are squandered
And lines are cleaved

I suppose it's enough

Whilst minor irritations flex
Muscles and alter reflex
I suppose it's enough for those around me
And not too much for other desires

I suppose...