Why do I want something that I can not
have, not see, and not feel,
Just far away where different time
zones, tickets the train, imaginary
boards
The plane I wish,
Yet the heart beats maybe thinking of
the same,
Why do one dream of something
Or someone just so reality can unplug
It when the sun comes,
Forgetting it leaving it behind
a unfinished story
Line
What can we do to find the spark
We are fond so of finding without,
setting our selves on fire
Leaving work for the firefighter.
-ashespoetry
