May. 04, 2004,13:19
the desperate wind
i do not envy
the wind an(in)d the light
throwing itself recklessly
to passing cars
through trees and shrubs
hopeful, wanting
with no where to end
and no where to begin
desperately making itself
into nothing
because i, myself
have been there
and you can see it in my eyes
when i open them in your general direction
as the Nothing inside me wishes
it could be something in you
the wind an(in)d the light
throwing itself recklessly
to passing cars
through trees and shrubs
hopeful, wanting
with no where to end
and no where to begin
desperately making itself
into nothing
because i, myself
have been there
and you can see it in my eyes
when i open them in your general direction
as the Nothing inside me wishes
it could be something in you