There's nothing that I really want:
The stars tonight are rich and cold Above my house that vaguely broods Upon a path soon lost in dark.
My dinner plate is chipped all round
(It tells me that I've changed a lot);
My glass is cracked all down one side
(It shows there is a path for me).
My hands-I rest my head on them.
My eyes-I rest my mind on them.
There's nothing that I really need Before I set out on that path.
- Kevin Hart
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