The adventures in storybooks were
Never enough for us, no.
We wanted to pull the grass out from the pages
And tread on it with our own two feet.
We wanted to grasp the swords from
The soldiers’ hands and
Go charging into the castle ourselves.
Maybe we don’t have to want
What everyone else wants.
Maybe we can just wander the
Plains of the world,
Selfish and weightless,
And pretend we’re the only ones who
Ever had the sense to do so.
Let’s find the fields that call to us
In dreams, because
There is love and time to be drained
From us yet.
Do you want it too?
I’ve seen the same life led through
Hundreds of different bodies.
Let’s abandon our names on the
Vacant chairs and picket fences
We’ve left behind us
And go discover something.
Routine is not enough to satisfy
My raging spirit, so
Traveler, if you feel as I do,
Let’s go get lost in that
Tangling mystery of