I want a lot of things.

I want to travel the world,
See skies on distant shores,
Sun dipping in the water
For an early evening swim.

I want to climb a mountain,
Make myself seem small
As the giant looms above me,
Glaring at my soul.

I want to feel extremes,
Cold chills dragging at the bone,
Warmth from fire I created,
Survival on a knife edge.

I want the world beyond this;
Dragging my feet to another's tune
While dreaming better things
Is no life at all.

I want to not be old in the head;
Fear and failure vying for the years
Like family after the funeral,
Bitter words and onion tears.

I want a lot of things,
But that doesn't mean too much.