By Maggie McHale
So many notions I crave to explore
but I can’t just stop, I need more
if one take space and washes away,
another comes with bright new days.
The storms are heavy and libraries vast
my coat is long, and it won’t last.
I’ll never feel the quench of satisfy,
that you endure, until you die.
Someday rocking back and forth,
I’ll sit and sulk and process and pack
all I’ll know is what I’ve known
because that’s how far, this road really goes.