people tell themselves lies
the past was better
it could have been
it should have been
something good and clean is coming
just beyond the next door
or wreckage is sure to be found
dwelling on ***** footprints left on clean floors
or ruminating on memories of accomplishment
all prove pointless
closed eyes draw up decor plans of imaginary next moves
a chess game never played
bringing blame and hate
to every stage, and every game
appreciate the room that needs work
floors to be mopped
shelves to be dusted
windows to be cleaned
that brings hope
books sitting in shadows should be given light
I may not leave it all behind in a search for nothing
but I hope to leave enough
enough to l know I've passed
enough to know I was there
to know I cared
a little anyway
enough to search for more
beyond open doors
past nonchalant glances
and end-zone dances
towards high-fisted rewards
and self assured back pats
just for now
I want nothing
just for now
I have everything
just for now