After recently visiting the Dead Sea in Jordan.
Turning
sea rocks - waiting to be surprised
but
there are only 10.000 types of trees,
not
a branch that hangs quite how we please.
No
matter how fast we run, we can never out run ourselves -
our
hideous over grown demons.
Between
the life we led and one we'd rather lead; there are
,uncaring parents, unfaithful partners, disappointing friends
gazing longly and lovingly into the wrongs pair of eyes
,uncaring parents, unfaithful partners, disappointing friends
gazing longly and lovingly into the wrongs pair of eyes
letters
never sent, trips never taken, emotions
that could have been spared
My
spirit yearns to want less, to know more - to know well;
the
knowing of money in a banker's hands,
the knowing of
the Dead Sea's longing for life; with its
saturated cruelty - saturated salt
To
want .. to want..
to
always want.
