when the days of wine and roses come close to an end
words of discontent will grow, grow stronger, louder
touching your mind, body and soul, a weariness will descend upon you
and 'Never Enough ' will become your new home, will become a burden
heavier and heavier, than you will ever have known, every word
will hit hard, reach your soul, draws a line in the sand, more than
she ever has known
'cuase one day, it will all be gone, it will come to a close, when 'Never Enough'
crumbles, dies on the vine of its own discontent as remorse will decend into
its chaos of no end
(c) JR. 2026