Someday maybe

Insignificant in the darkness

watching the world go by Any progress, lost in a vast barren land

since boundless are my dreams as vast as the early morning night sky

I try to grasp at my life as it trickles away through my palms

bloodying the soil I stand upon

dreams divest unmanifesting festering

due to the broken tools I was given

the tools I have

broken, the tools,

that I have broken

let them rest in a pile

in a closed garage for far too long

"and sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away"

sometimes we will break

but sometimes we will stay

alone we will wait for something to show

for something to click

something to change

for someday, I will escape this spiraling orbit

escape out into space

where every day is novel

And I will find what I have been searching for

Find everything worth finding

Then,

greying hair and a wise old forehead

I will sit at my desk

with a pen in my hand

and write

and write

write my book

perhaps