nod off
it's all been said long ago.
with beauty
and without.
with truth
and without.
with conviction
and without.
you are a recycling bin
with a solid heart
and a statistical mind.
you will search
through the night
and fall asleep
clasping a phantom presence.
only in moments
such as now
do you realize
the answer will always be
inches out of reach.
nod off young man,
Saturdays are infinite.
