adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, May 12, 2005


Gather up your suitcases
filled with dreams. You packed too many
of mine, all folded neatly, and now
you've nothing of your own to wear.

No, I will not apologize
for them. My ambitions define me.
They are me. I am all hunger
these day, all need and impatience.

Would you deny they brought you here?
You asked me for that ticket to ride.
Well, the train is rolling, rolling,
rolling and it makes no stops.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

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