The hunger

It’s never enough, what is it I chase?
No matter how much I gather or place,
I build and I climb, yet still I can tell
I’m never quite satisfied, never at rest with myself
Is this hunger for growth really worth the fight?
Does it sharpen my days or steal my nights?
Does it grow so loud, so deeply ingrained,
That even in peace, I still crave the strain?
When I could be still, when life feels complete,
Why does wanting more refuse to retreat..?