I always want the things I can’t understand.
And I want understanding
from the things I can’t understand.
I turn them over in my mind like a Rubik’s Cube,
or an outdated reference.
This is regardless, of the things I have and do understand.
What’s the demarcation between settling and unrealistic expectations?
Why am I more interested in the mist than seeing the horizon?
What is it I think I’m missing: sex, romance, adventure, simplicity, humidity?
Blocked by what- responsiblility, obligations, discipline, weather?
I don’t want the mist to clear.
I play keep away with the sun.
The wheels on the bus
turn round and round but
I’m not waiting on a ride.
I’m going nowhere.
Maybe my mind just has a grudge against me.
Look at it always wanting something more,
in spite of….