I will never understand:
this asphalt road that feeds on
precious time, interweaving footprints
headed nowhere, the broken stoplight
at the end of the street, or
the next **** thing
I'd see.
I could chase the moon all night
and never get there. I could light
another cigarette if it's to prove
that everything is more than just hurt.
I'd search the universe for answers
if I can, but sometimes
the very thing I'm looking for
is the one thing I can't see.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
I will never understand:
this asphalt road that feeds on
precious time, interweaving footprints
headed nowhere, the broken stoplight
at the end of the street, or
the next **** thing
I'd see.
I could chase the moon all night
and never get there. I could light
another cigarette if it's to prove
that everything is more than just hurt.
I'd search the universe for answers
if I can, but sometimes
the very thing I'm looking for
is the one thing I can't see.
contentment.
