Equilibrium
Sometimes I just close my eyes.
When the pressures of existing
weigh on me like wet moss
on an ancient roof, and my rafters
creak under the heavy load of life,
I close my eyes and think about
all the times I wished for more.
When the ennui of a dull weekend
expands within me like hot,
burning gas and I feel like the
craving might burst out of my chest,
I close my eyes and think about
all the times I wished for less.
Sometimes, when I think I will never
be satisfied at all, I just close my eyes
and search for equilibrium in the dark.
