metonymy4u

What kind of love did you always want since your youth.
What words would you ever give up for a dream.
I would cut off my own head if I could
and save the world some misery.

As a story you buried in your back yard
birds flew over it without suffering,
none of what most enchanted you left behind.
Like your own skin under the pear tree sunk in the mud.

These are the things I’ve previously left unspoken.
They taught me a simple story of life.
The first cannot proceed without the last.

What do you want to not want to want?

Sometimes I wake up angry and wonder
if I can no longer live with myself.
With the nature of the way things are.

If you are unhappy about your life just
let it be a mystery. Make something up.

Do I have to draw you a map?