Spirit in the body,
blood pumping
through the heart,
we are the masters
of our creation,
something that mostly
tears us apart

Ideals send us on
a merry-go-round
of chasing after something
with no sure fire chance
it will actually pan out

If the alternative
is to stop believing in
better reason
that feels cemented
than we’re deluded
because solid ground
is all I’m after,
not just for myself-
I hope everyone
gets at least
one wish granted

I’d ask for the return
of my lover,
but that is neither
here nor there,
some things blossom
when they’re set free:
what do you wish for
in the reckoning
of life’s despair?
Give me your honesty