Seems an easy endeavor,
some purposeful ambition to find
a new ideal.
This always brought me back
that place I can no longer remember,
yet, I want to …
Maybe a narrator could bring me back,
the older corner store in the middle of the avenue.
I remember finally feeling like I became one
we all just became voices with eyes,
sometimes gallant, often times
I remember when it was cool to saunter,
grab a pack,
and maybe smoke one in conversation.
Yet now tonight I don’t even know where anyone is anymore.
I couldn’t possibly tell you
who you are,
any more than I tried to imagine
when everything mattered in that short moment,
the credibility of my mind matching up with my
I only wanted what everyone anywhere actually does.