If I sit and wish
In one hand and
Then squat and
Shit in the other…

The latter might
Get warm and full
But the hunger,
Oh the hunger…

Only to satiate
Never to give up
Never to hate
On the one hand…

On the one hand
Which once seemed
Empty and desolate
Will reside them…

They that will be
The friends and aquaintances
The lovers and family
Carrying my belongings

A peddled suitcase
Filled with hopes,
Dreams, and the wishes
That make it seem…

Appear like I’ve lost
But all I ever needed
Was the contents
Of the once empty hand…

The things which make
It seem like maybe
That pile of shit
Is worth fighting for….