my dreams and aspirations
cannot be confined to this textbook
for it can’t teach me how to
walk the cobblestoned streets of stockholm,
surf the waters of bondi beach,
ride the canals of amsterdam,
nor hike the city of cinque terre.

but here i am, not knowing what the future holds in store for me,
just waiting for the time to come
of which i can experience
the joy that is to travel.

Lost dog of no one
Feeding on dead worms
Its tattered skin scares stars
Its head is covered with scars.

Lost dog lost from birth
Its mother was also of no nest.
Lost dog with pale eyes
Walking like a lost mind.
Too ***** to be owned
But never hopeless for a home.

This lost dog can feed on grasses
Its body is a bed for lashes
Of what good is sharp teeth without a thing to cut?
With all its sniffing, only its waste is left to gulp.

Its unfed stomach has a womb in it.
It will be fertilized by another like it.
Another lost dog will be born
And the chain will go on.