Wanting

Wanting

The human condition

It is closer to god than all the good deeds

Every thought cuts like a knife

There is no escape

From the mountain

That is your absence

Immovable space and time

Something must be done

Drunk and confused

Hands cannot find their power

Cannot find their belief

Are we everything you thought we would be?

Step backwards, together, step forward

With small steps of equal despair and hope

Lovers take steps in the dark

Towards the other