Tired

Tired of all this violence, looking for respite,
As a fugitive longs for postponement of the inevitable,
And the faithful searches for confirmation,
And the virtuous maiden dreams of virginal union,
And perfection hopes for outward validation,
And mighty strength tends to want ultimate triumph,
And the sick searches for proper doctoring,
And the lonely fantasize about true companionship,
And the alcoholic envisages freedom from bondage,
And young children build castles in the air.
Although I daydream about quick fixes,
I sometimes see myself dying before all is brought about.

©2015 Steven Barto

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