untitled...of course

some have too much, some lack it all, some don't want it, some can't hear it call
some abuse it, others intrude it, some escape it, some chase after it
why do I want it so bad.
so exquisitely hard and whole
so much so that i'm left alone
so fully and painfully that trails surround me.
trails to this part, paths to a rubber park, unbounded walks to forget these burdened people and cherish the only thought.
the only thought.
so where does that leave me.
so much so that im left alone.