Yearning for a shadow’s virtue,
faithful and anonymous.
Reaching out in empty vacuum,
touching only emptiness.
Prefect in its dearth and bereft
of a cunning snake to kill.
Rocks to dash my foot on greatly,
simple and attainable.
At least
that’s what I
tell myself
I want to believe.
That I
want to vacate,
just a little getaway
from all of this
pain and rancor,
dismal dialogue.
Its long lost realm
of ridiculous.
Just wash my hands
and step into
the great and hungry void.
Spend some time
detached totally
from this reality.
Fingers cut and wounded broken
clinging to what I was sold.
Eyes belie the constant struggle
of fitting through the keyhole.
Unlocking this,
but no new vision
shows me what I want to see.
Short sighted as the universe seems,
forever’s not enough for me.
I guess I’ll find out
one day.
Until then,
I’ll put on my people face.
Smile ’cause it’s just another day.
Trying to figure out
what we simulate
and why.
Why?
Why?
HG – 2018
