More than this

There is more.

More to life.

But is there really more?

Is there more to the things 

that make me stay awake

At night

Afraid?

Is there more to the rumble 

In my heart

In the day?

There is more.

More to me.

Is there more to the

Smile I wear 

Regardless 

of the truth?

There is more.

More to you. 

More to the thoughts 

inside your brain 

That you deem

unimportant.

There is always more.

Always more than this.