Hunting
Of all the lives I could have lived
I wonder why
I picked this one.
To be born here in that year
on this planet
must have had a very special reason.
I’ve searched this whole life for it,
diving and drowning in the deepest pools,
gazing through sky until my eyes went blind,
even touching the sun as if to
burn the answer
into my fingertips.
I feel the world strut about,
I wonder if they’ve found their answer
for the buildings in the sky
or the coffee they take to make their heart race.
Or maybe they’re just like me,
hunting for that reason
for the morning rise
the midnight slumber
the chance of fame and
the constant hunger
for all the hurt and
all the love—
I wonder.