A Story
Were we to pick it might well be
A Soul’s imagined wandering
Or story of this downcast time
Were we to pick
But no
No possibility
2
Freedom is a fantasy
Wherefore I am reminded
A constant little push persists
To change all in an instant
Exploding me with ecstasy
How difficult it is
To raise a story off the ground
3
It’s comfortable doing nothing
The simple ease of silence
Letting every wish relax
Setting out alone
With guidance from above
But no I stow this all away
Knowing its happy outcome
A story with no origin
No plot, no thought, no ending
And like these lines
It grasps a truth
Whose outcome is but nothing