Dissatisfied

When the cold calls your name
The rushing water beckons
I hope it feels the same
As when my whispering reckons
This that is your intent
If belief is not for you
And you've become spent
Looking for a nicer view
To watch it all drown
Lost in hopeless thought
Waiting for the world to be torn down
Never satisfied with what you got
Expecting always more
Looking for better
Not realizing what you had before
Was what you needed to the letter