Never Quite There

The Stories In Between

There’s something wrong with me

Unknowing, uncaring, unfeeling

And finally, unwanting of this and

Everything I’m convinced to want

Look at how happy they all appear

Living life the way pictures tell them

Putting in their time in exchange for

Nothing more than a little bit of time

Pulverizing their soft heads against

The immovable wall that’s as great

An illusion as the one who stands

Knowing, caring, feeling, and finally

Wanting of what is drawn beneath

Our noses and pulled just beyond

The grasp of our desperate fingertips

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