Someday

Someday I hope to feel the cool rain of autonomy on my face again. Someday I want to understand this alien concept of normalcy I keep hearing about. I’d like to find this elusive God I’ve read of in his various forms and books. And actually find love that bends like bamboo in the wind. Perhaps someday I will regain faith in the politicians and preachers masquerading as honest men. I’ve just been sitting here playing 52-card pickup with my life; and I can’t even find all the cards anymore. It was easier when you were here to help pick up the pieces. Maybe someday I will find hope again. Maybe someday...