There’s
nothing that I really want
As I sit on
this bench, awaiting the dawn.
The cold air
welcomes my heart
Into a place
I’ve easily loved
Yet so
longingly dreaded
I have
traveled many lively paths
Each one creasing
my forehead a little deeper.
I have
jumped upon rocks for entertainment,
Each one
making my knees a little knobbier.
The gyms I
have jungled
Leave my
hands a little more weathered,
And my eyes
a bit glazed.
My mouth
still hangs slightly open
From the
plants that have wet my lips.
When he came,
wearing that grave suit I had been looking for,
And found me
on the doorstep.
He asked me,
“If you could travel in time –
Where would
you want to go?”
“I travel
all the time.
And as far
as anywhere to go,
There’s
nothing that I really want.”
