Through Brier for a Rose

 
So it goes
That so often
The road to is more pleasing than the arrival

As anticipation grows
The illusions of possible participation in
New scintillation
Throws a blanket of hope
Over what a logical dissemination
Of similar situations would show
To be the most likely outcome

Maybe i'm dumb
Maybe it's just a way to cope
With the odds-on nope

Maybe it's a journey to darkness with my mind on the sun

But
I like it that way

I like thinking
Maybe
This time
Who knows
No
It's true
Yes
You're right
Running the numbers it seems
I have yet to come close to finding a queen
The mere quest has turned from easy
To the wildest of dreams

But
I've held my own

Sure
Sometimes my stomach grows queasy
By how sleazy they can be
Or if they're not sleazy
By how ditsy they can be
Or if they're not ditsy
By how boring they can be
Or if they're none of those things
If they're perfect
By how they're just not that into me

But what else is there
Other than the quest
What else could there be
She's out there
I know
I'm a king
She's a queen
I'm hard and mean
She's soft and pretty
I'm sly and witty
Her heart is clean

So it goes
I'll keep hoping
Fuck it
Why not
So it goes
I'll keep the grindstone
And surrender my nose
So it goes
Fuck it
Better than not
I'll slice my knees in the brier
In search of my rose

-DyMc