The pursuit of ignorance, bliss
and happiness. Perfection found
in a smile or in a tear, that is,
only to be seen, without a sound.

The view is all it takes, whatever
it takes to get that view, that
specific feeling, carefree thoughts,
an empty head. I guess I'll never

be not awake at night in bed,
with a mind that's everything but flat,
pained a little more with every tread,
and deeply vague, tied with knots.

As long as you keep craving desperately
your life will never make you run breathlessly