I wonder sometimes

is this it?

have I lived all there is to be lived?

       (it seems that way)

known all there is to know?

      (of course not)

Felt all there is to feel?

     (I can’t take much more)

or do I keep going

expecting something to happen

to change

I hope for the best

but get nothing

continued nothing

is it time to succumb to the ultimate nothing?

Or float

keep floating

drifting

on bitter waves

maybe ill wash up on a meaningless hunk of land

dry

then only to yearn for the cool wet water again

I dry out

Dust.

Why did I keep drifting?…

why 

from salt to dust, and yearning for what was

bitterness yearning for dryness

dryness yearning for bitterness

again and again

Will it ever stop?