The bar is always higher

and the goalposts

are out of sight

no pause for a task well done

just more more more

no rest, no calm

no cure for this dis-ease

just demands that pull

words that tear like knives

it is never enough

will never be enough

though my blood

could be poured into each moment

still the chorus

more more more

until there is one less

of me – Caroline A. Slee