It’s worthy to be called
When it possesses you.
Your waking moments are spent
With thoughts of it
Constant with all other thought.
Your nights are sleepless wonderings,
And when you do sleep,
You still see it.
You do everything to get it,
And there’s no more to do but wait,
But you feel like you haven’t done enough.
It becomes a dream
When you breathe each breath
And take its name.
-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)