I'd like to be indefinite


a bird that sails
on its own
wings


I'd like to fall asleep
& never wake
again


it creates the sort of
illusion
that I may cradle
myself
into the arms of
eternity
& never consider the
consequence


it creates the illusion that
I might truly be
blessed


& to hell with all of
the other
mess




I'd like to think you could
see me



fly





& lament that you
never really
tried