More decisions have to be kept from being made.
More nights have to be spent drinking and heating soup from a can.
More sheets need to be soiled, by more people.
More people have to cross your path,
and there must be more women to not try with.
More needs to happen, and more will.
More distance will grow between us, as a result.
“More” will become what is and your reason for more
will get lost in more reasons for more.