Who Knows? Poem by RIC BASTASA

so you go places
it is always a case of getting inside
a vehicle
and stepping out
checking in a hotel
and checking out
walk a little,
run a little
and wanting to stay
and rest
but really can't

you ask for a reason
and it is always there

you beg and you always beg
for time
for a variation
you want to always go somewhere
else
to find what you always want
the one
which you know you wanted much
but can't touch
and own

now in those places where
there is no cure
you beg for something else
you beg to forget

just to forget and nothing else
you want to take back
what was new before
you hope that it will be exciting
as it used to be

who knows?