Days of Desire

Many things to do. Not much

time to do them. Which way

will I be pulled today? I wish

I could do it all. So many people

to talk to. So many stories to tell.

So many places to go. Very little

time to burn. They say that

an idle mind is the devil’s

playground. At times, he comes

around, but I never let him stay.

When I am still and start to fade,

emotions unapologetically eat

away at me. There is nowhere

for them to go. These feelings

follow me around; they know

all of my hiding spots. It’s a cat

and mouse game I can’t win.

I can’t pretend that my problems

don’t exist. Whenever I reminisce,

present time is bound to vanish.

I must look for the things

I can’t see: as invisible as the air

I breathe. There is no point in

asking others for help when it’s

my responsibility to find myself.

I must search alone: leave

my comfort zone: the only place

I’ve ever known. When I reach

the end of the road, I hope to see

see you there: patiently waiting

for me. There’s no reason to fear

the unknown. Who knows?

The grass might be greener

on the other side. I believe

in a better tomorrow. I didn’t do

much today, but when I dream

tonight, I hope to see you –

the only thing I wish to do.