Sometimes a little is a lot;
Sometimes cold is hot -
You turn me off and turn me on
And leave me here, now,
Wanting more…
I want you.
No more!
I bark, you bite,
It’s too much.
Not enough is too much;
Not enough is where we begin.
Old excuses of the past
Rise and fade too fast.
One night alone, with you,
Is the end starting anew -
Chasing you, out of breath,
the last time, until the next time…
Five thousand miles a day is:
Not enough,
Not enough -
Too much of not enough.
“You and me” will never be,
And will always be,
Not enough.
Robert Walker 