Of those things I’ve tried to find,
may I let them go entirely.
I searched for fame and influence.
How goofy.
May I only search for the little licks
the whitewash gives
when it starts its descent from sand.
The politics – it revved in me.
May that keep to being idle.
May my gaze be on the feathered wings,
for they only lift the present up.
They must leave the lump behind.
I’ve wanted to be wanted
by all the girls in the room.
I’ve had my grand designs. May they keep to toppling down
so I see the show completely.
I’ve waited for fate in the form of career.
May I only wait
for the quiet breeze
at the end of a climb
at the edge of a town
that puts dust on my boots
and peace in my pockets.
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