It all seems easy and reachable
Just because
Wanting is easy and reachable -
While expecting tender thoughtsmade of hopes and golden garlands,
To become as reachable
And as vivid
as the feeling of a rough, cold wind
hitting the back of your neck,
Or the hot and harsh grinding of skin
when all you had to do was
to watch where you were going before tripping
and falling
face against the brutal pavement -
The frailty of wanting
equals nothing and equals everything
Because you still wish to feel pain
As much as you wish to be loved
But never wish to see the clear sign of the rope
that ties
One end
to the other.
