Trip to Nowhere
I keep on aging under my skin
As I pack my bags for the third time this morning
Only to step out the door later on, eyes closed
Reluctant and fearful
And although this is not the last occasion
I challenged the part of me that’s awake
to finally have the decency to fulfill a dream
that’s been losing shade each minute I stay trapped
in this colorless room
The road is a difficult bite to eat
It reminds me of past journeys laid to rest
within my dishonest conscience
And somehow the scars are getting more noticeable
making each breath as heavy as storm’s rain
But the packing never stopped before
And maybe today it will
Now the path stretches out to a vast unknown
Nights will be filled with unhopeful faces
So just like my childhood fantasies, my sad parade will cease to exist
Just in time for a better brand of coffee
And a freshly-baked pie
Friday
Here lies the late weekend plan
Devoured by incidents unforeseen
Or perhaps rocked by a sudden zap of indifference
To the joy that I once deemed
Or maybe some dude-like creature
Forced her to jump ship overnight
Like a prom queen picking among a school of fish
To whom has her delight
It could also be a “girl thing”
Which I doubt entails a sound brain
Not that I think her type is a classic dull
But her logic reminds me of rain
So come Saturday blue and Sunday rage
I can’t promise a weekend glee
I’d be better off with an ice cream treat
Monday, be nice to me.
