On Wanting More

An unquenchable desire

It is wanting water and swallowing fire

I am burning and yearning

And this desire is but a ghost

I cannot explain
A thirst I cannot contain

An ex-lover with no proper name

A wall with ears to hear my pain 

And moans of shame

A faceless figure to take the blame

This hunger haunts me the way a shadow follows

I am wayward but I wallow in this temptation

And choke on the contemplation

Of this anonymous need

Is it greed to want this world

To the very last drop?

To travel by train and feel as though each stop

Is the one I missed?

That each moment, though completely and utterly filled with bliss,

Is, all at once, unsatisfying and meaningless?