Endless Rain

by Christopher Abreu Rosario

What do I want in life?
What am I looking for in love?
I think I know.
But when I have it, I don't want it.

What is this endless confusion?
This never ending rolling hill
More like a mountain really.
Ups and downs like a polar clown.

I go, I come.
Never satisfied.
Never pleased.
The grass is always greener where I've just been.

I jump, I skip.
To and fro
Back and forth
To the land of woe

Every land is woe
Every lad is woe
A place non-existent
A person not permissive

I tell myself
Not to get attached
I don't listen
It comes as I go

Always the same
Always the pain
Travel, Love,
Endless Rain.