More

sometimes,
most times,
I want more.

more of this
more of that
more of nothing
more of silence
more of myself
more of you
more of the world
more of the new;

and I realise
how I'm moored
to a shore
that's weathered eons,
the world thinks
it is a good place to stay,
"moderation!"
"don't be greedy!"
"or needy!"
"that's foolish!"
"look before you leap!"
I hear voices
vie for each other,
while my heart
yearns to simply roam
the deep oceans,
to feel the call
of more.

More
is the longing,
the unfettered journey
from one shore
to another
nameless shore.