Sunday, February 8, 1998

nothing concluded 92

no one wants to
be awake this early
too early enormously tired
falling over myself
and thoughts

awake then regretting
staying up so late
make up for it tonight
hitting the bed earlier
no one wants to be tired

wishing at times
the whole situation should be different
rewriting the thoughts
that don’t seem to fit
and finding old ones

buried in the books
collecting dust
good thing they don’t
expire like milk
in the back of the refrigerator

wishing not easy
to be someone else
in that situation
no one knows either way
supposing the fantasy was true

wish all I want
won’t make anything
happen worry will still be waiting
in the years to come
they call it experience…

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